The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

60 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
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You shall have no worse prison than my chamber,
Nor jailer than myself.
T'un CAPTAIN.
THE command which Lady Peveril laidon her domestics to arm themselves, was so unlike the usual gentle acquiescence of her manners, that
Major Bridgenorth was astonished. "HIow mean you, madam?" said he;
"I thought myself under a friendly roof."
"And you are so, Master Bridgenorth," said the Lady Peveril, without
departing from the natural calmness of her voice and manner; "but it
is a roof which must not be violated by the outrage of one friend against
another."
" It is well, madam," said Bridgenorth, turning to the door of the apartmnent. " The worthy Master Solsgrace has already foretold, that the time
was returned when high houses and proud names should be once more an
excuse for the crimes of those who inhabit the one and bear the other. I
believed him not, but now see he is wiser than I. Yet think not I will
endure this tamely. The blood of my brother-of the friend of my bosom
-shall not long call from the altar,'Ifow long, 0 Lord, how long!' If
there is one spark of justice left in this unhappy England, that proud
wom-lan and I shall meet where she can have no partial friend to protect
her."
So saying, he was about to-leave the apartment, when Lady Peveril said,
" You depart not from this place, Master Bridgenorth, unless you give me
your word to renounce all purpose against the noble Countess's liberty upon
the present occasion."
" I would sooner," answered he, " subscribe to my own dishonour, madam,
written down in express words, than to any such composition. If any man
offers to interrupt me, his blood be on his own head 1" As Major Bridgenorth spoke, Whitaker threw open the door, and showed that, with the
alertness of an old soldier, who was not displeased to see things tend once
more towards a state of warfare, he had got with him four stout fellows in
the Knight of the Peak's livery, well armed with swords and carabines,
buff-coats, and pistols at their girdles.
"I will see," said Major Bridgenorth, "if any of these men be so desperate as to stop me, a freeborn Englishman and a magistrate, in the discharge
of my duty."
So saying, he advanced upon Whitaker and his armed assistants, with
his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Do not be so desperate, Master Bridgenorth," exclaimed Lady Peveril;
and added, in the same moment, "Lay hold upon, and disarm him, Whitaker; but do him no injury."
Her commands were obeyed. Bridgenorth, though a man of moral resolution, was not one of those who undertook to cope in person with odds of
a description so formidable. He half drew his sword, and offered such
show of resistance as made it necessary to secure him by actual force; but
then yielded up his weapon, and declared, that, submitting to force which
one man was unable to resist, he made those who commanded, and who
employed it, responsible for assailing his liberty without a legal warrant.
"Never mind a warrant on a pinch, Master Bridgenorth," said old Whitaker; "sure enough you have often acted upon a worse yourself. My lady's
word is as good a warrant, sure, as Old Noll's commission; and you bore
that many a day, Master Bridgenorth, and, moreover, you laid me in the