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The barbarous and most unjust execution of Sir William Wallace had struck the whole country as with a deadly panic, from which it seemed there was not one to rise to cast aside the heavy chains, whose weight it seemed had crushed the whole kingdom, and taken from it the last gleams of patriotism and of hope. Every fortress of strength and consequence was in possession of the English.
It was Bashville who now entered the library with a salver, which he proffered to Alice, saying, "The gentleman is waiting in the round drawing-room, miss." Alice took the gentleman's card, and read, "Mr. Wallace Parker." "Oh!" she said, with vexation, glancing at Bashville as if to divine his impression of the visitor. "My cousin the one we were speaking of just now has come to see me."
Wallace, "became a confirmed Durian eater" from that day. "Ve draw near to zee region vere ve shall find zee booterflies," said the naturalist, during a pause in their luncheon. "I hope we shall be successful," said Nigel, helping himself to some more of what may be styled Durian cream.
Ship's discipline, you know. Make a report and clear yourself," Blythe called out as I entered. "My patient seems a bit better," I announced, sitting down opposite Miss Wallace. "Your patient?" that young woman repeated. "Yes, I find I have a guest to share my cabin with me, and he has begun by yielding to an attack of mal-de-mer." "Is this a conundrum? I'm not good at them." This from Miss Berry.
"It's always the way, Wallace! When a fellow starts on the long trail, he's never willing to quit. It'll be the same with you if you go with me to Labrador. When you come home, you'll hear the voice of the wilderness calling you to return, and it will lure you back again."
Wallace is our invincible leader, our redeemer from slavery, the earthly hope in whom we trust, and it is not in the power of men nor devils to bribe us to betray our benefactor. Away to your king and tell him that Andrew Murray, and every honest Scot, is ready to live or to die by the side of Sir William Wallace." "And by this good sword I swear the same!" cried Ruthven.
Wallace looked up as the old man's sobs became audible, and read his thoughts: "It will never be again, Halbert," cried he, and with a firm grasp of the sword he cut off a large handful of his hair. "Marion, thy blood hath marked it!" exclaimed he; "and every hair on my head shall be dyed of the same hue, before this sword is sheathed upon thy murderers.
Their so-called fanaticism consisted in a refusal to give up the worship of God after the manner dictated by conscience and practised by their forefathers; in declining to attend the ministry of the ignorant, and too often vicious, curates forced upon them; and in refusing to take the oath of allegiance just referred to by Will Wallace.
CAN'T you remember?" No use. When Wallace came back he must make the acquaintance of his son all over again. Martie would sigh, half-vexed, half-amused. "Aren't they the queer little things, Adele? He remembers his sand-machine and doesn't remember his father!" "Oh, I don't know, Martie. That was just after we came, you know. And I remember thinking that Teddy was a mere baby then!"
Wallace says: "Some of these are a foot long and as thick as one's finger, and their whole colouring, form, rugosity, and the arrangement of the head, legs, and antennæ, are such as to render them absolutely identical in appearance with dry sticks.
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