Waverley; Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since — Volume 2

Waverley; Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since — Volume 2
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Вальтер Скотт. Waverley; Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since — Volume 2

CHAPTER XXXVI. AN INCIDENT

CHAPTER XXXVII. WAVERLEY IS STILL IN DISTRESS

CHAPTER XXXVIII. A NOCTURNAL ADVENTURE

CHAPTER XXXIX. THE JOURNEY IS CONTINUED

CHAPTER XL. AN OLD AND A NEW ACQUAINTANCE

CHAPTER XLI. THE MYSTERY BEGINS TO BE CLEARED UP

CHAPTER XLII. A SOLDIER'S DINNER

CHAPTER XLIII. THE BALL

CHAPTER XLIV. THE MARCH

CHAPTER XLV. AN INCIDENT GIVES RISE TO UNAVAILING REFLECTIONS

CHAPTER XLVI. THE EVE OF BATTLE

CHAPTER XLVII. THE CONFLICT

CHAPTER XLVIII. AN UNEXPECTED EMBARRASSMENT

CHAPTER XLIX. THE ENGLISH PRISONER

CHAPTER L. RATHER UNIMPORTANT

CHAPTER LI. INTRIGUES OF LOVE AND POLITICS

CHAPTER LII. INTRIGUES OF SOCIETY AND LOVE

CHAPTER LIII. FERGUS A SUITOR

CHAPTER LIV 'TO ONE THING CONSTANT NEVER'

CHAPTER LV. A BRAVE MAN IN SORROW

CHAPTER LVI. EXERTION

CHAPTER LVII. THE MARCH

CHAPTER LVIII. THE CONFUSION OF KING AGRAMANT'S CAMP

CHAPTER LIX. A SKIRMISH

CHAPTER LX. CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS

CHAPTER LXI. A JOURNEY TO LONDON

CHAPTER LXII. WHAT'S TO BE DONE NEXT?

CHAPTER LXIII. DESOLATION

CHAPTER LXIV. COMPARING OF NOTES

CHAPTER LXV. MORE EXPLANATION

CHAPTER LXVI

CHAPTER LXVII

CHAPTER LXVIII

CHAPTER LXIX

CHAPTER LXX. DULCE DOMUM

CHAPTER LXXI

CHAPTER LXXII. A POSTSCRIPT WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PREFACE

NOTES

GLOSSARY

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The velocity, and indeed violence, with which Waverley was hurried along nearly deprived him of sensation; for the injury he had received from his fall prevented him from aiding himself so effectually as he might otherwise have done. When this was observed by his conductors, they called to their aid two or three others of the party, and, swathing our hero's body in one of their plaids, divided his weight by that means among them, and transported him at the same rapid rate as before, without any exertion of his own. They spoke little, and that in Gaelic; and did not slacken their pace till they had run nearly two miles, when they abated their extreme rapidity, but continued still to walk very fast, relieving each other occasionally.

Our hero now endeavoured to address them, but was only answered with 'Cha n'eil Beurl agam' i.e. 'I have no English,' being, as Waverley well knew, the constant reply of a Highlander when he either does not understand or does not choose to reply to an Englishman or Lowlander. He then mentioned the name of Vich lan Vohr, concluding that he was indebted to his friendship for his rescue from the clutches of Gifted Gilfillan, but neither did this produce any mark of recognition from his escort.

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'Na, na; thank God,' answered this doughty partizan, 'I wasna bred at sae short a tether, I was brought up to hack and manger. I was bred a horse-couper, sir; and if I might live to see you at Whitson-tryst, or at Stagshawbank, or the winter fair at Hawick, and ye wanted a spanker that would lead the field, I'se be caution I would serve ye easy; for Jamie Jinker was ne'er the lad to impose upon a gentleman. Ye're a gentleman, sir, and should ken a horse's points; ye see that through — ganging thing that Balmawhapple's on; I selled her till him. She was bred out of Lick-the-ladle, that wan the king's plate at Caverton-Edge, by Duke Hamilton's White-Foot,' etc., etc., etc.

But as Jinker was entered full sail upon the pedigree of Balmawhapple's mare, having already got as far as great-grandsire and great-grand-dam, and while Waverley was watching for an opportunity to obtain from him intelligence of more interest, the noble captain checked his horse until they came up, and then, without directly appearing to notice Edward, said sternly to the genealogist, 'I thought, lieutenant, my orders were preceese, that no one should speak to the prisoner?'

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