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
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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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