David Balfour

David Balfour
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Роберт Стивенсон. David Balfour

DEDICATION To CHARLES BAXTER, Writer to the Signet

Part I. THE LORD ADVOCATE

CHAPTER I. A BEGGAR ON HORSEBACK

CHAPTER II. THE HIGHLAND WRITER

CHAPTER III. I GO TO PILRIG

CHAPTER IV. LORD ADVOCATE PRESTONGRANGE

CHAPTER V. IN THE ADVOCATE'S HOUSE

CHAPTER VI. UMQUILE THE MASTER OF LOVAT

CHAPTER VII. I MAKE A FAULT IN HONOR

CHAPTER VIII. THE BRAVO

CHAPTER IX. THE HEATHER ON FIRE

CHAPTER X. THE RED-HEADED MAN

CHAPTER XI. THE WOOD BY SILVERMILLS

CHAPTER XII. ON THE MARCH AGAIN WITH ALAN

CHAPTER XIII. GILLANE SANDS

CHAPTER XIV. THE BASS

CHAPTER XV. BLACK ANDIE'S TALE OF TOD LAPRAIK

CHAPTER XVI. THE MISSING WITNESS

CHAPTER XVII. THE MEMORIAL

CHAPTER XVIII. THE TEE'D BALL

CHAPTER XIX. I AM MUCH IN THE HANDS OF THE LADIES

CHAPTER XX. I CONTINUE TO MOVE IN GOOD SOCIETY

Part II. FATHER AND DAUGHTER

CHAPTER XXI. THE VOYAGE INTO HOLLAND

CHAPTER XXII. HELVOETSLUYS

CHAPTER XXIII. TRAVELS IN HOLLAND

CHAPTER XXIV. FULL STORY OF A COPY OF HEINECCIUS

CHAPTER XXV. THE RETURN OF JAMES MORE

CHAPTER XXVI. THE THREESOME

CHAPTER XXVII. A TWOSOME

CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH I AM LEFT ALONE

CHAPTER XXIX. WE MEET IN DUNKIRK

CHAPTER XXX. THE LETTER FROM THE SHIP

CONCLUSION

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The 25th day of August, 1751, about two in the afternoon, I, David Balfour, came forth of the British Linen Company, a porter attending me with a bag of money, and some of the chief of these merchants bowing me from their doors. Two days before, and even so late as yestermorning, I was like a beggarman by the wayside, clad in rags, brought down to my last shillings, my companion a condemned traitor, a price set on my own head for a crime with the news of which the country rang. To-day I was served heir to my position in life, a landed laird, a bank porter by me carrying my gold, recommendations in my pocket, and (in the words of the saying) the ball directly at my foot.

There were two circumstances that served me as ballast to so much sail. The first was the very difficult and deadly business I had still to handle; the second, the place that I was in. The tall, black city, and the numbers and movement and noise of so many folk, made a new world for me, after the moorland braes, the sea-sands, and the still country-sides that I had frequented up to then. The throng of the citizens in particular abashed me. Rankeillor's son was short and small in the girth; his clothes scarce held on me; and it was plain I was ill qualified to strut in the front of a bank-porter. It was plain, if I did so, I should but set folk laughing, and (what was worse in my case) set them asking questions. So that I behooved to come by some clothes of my own, and in the meanwhile to walk by the porter's side, and put my hand on his arm as though we were a pair of friends.

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"There was no one else in that neighbourhood?"

"Alan Breck Stewart was not far off, in a piece of a wood."

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