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Itwas Waverley's custom sometimes to ride a little apart from the main body, to look at any object of curiosity which occurred on the march. They were now in Lancashire, when, attracted by a castellated old hall, he left the squadron for half an hour to take a survey and slight sketch of it. As he returned down the avenue he was met by Ensign Maccombich.
Flockhart, replied the Gael. 'And will ye face thae tearing chields, the dragoons, Ensign Maccombich? again inquired the landlady. 'Claw for claw, as Conan said to Satan, Mrs. Flockhart, and the deevil tak the shortest nails. 'And will the colonel venture on the bagganets himsell? 'Ye may swear it, Mrs. Flockhart; the very first man will he be, by Saint Phedar.
'And I am sure, said Maccombich, raising himself from the floor, on which, for fear of interrupting their conversation, he had lain so still, that, in the obscurity of the apartment, Edward was not aware of his presence, 'I am sure Evan never desired or deserved a better end than just to die with his Chieftain.
Ensign MacCombich having gone to the Highland camp upon duty, and Bailie Macwheeble having retired to digest his dinner and Evan Dhu's intimation of martial law in some blind change-house, Waverley, with the Baron and the Chieftain, proceeded to Holyrood House.
'No cause, Fergus! not even that which is nearest to my heart. Spare it the omen of such evil supporters! 'O but, sister, rejoined the Chief gaily, 'you don't consider my respect for la belle passion. Evan Dhu Maccombich is in love with Donald's daughter, Alice, and you cannot expect me to disturb him in his amours. Why, the whole clan would cry shame on me.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an he'll bide us, Mrs.
Edward just glanced at the bar during the momentous pause which ensued. There was no mistaking the stately form and noble features of Fergus Mac-Ivor, although his dress was squalid and his countenance tinged with the sickly yellow hue of long and close imprisonment. By his side was Evan Maccombich.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an' he'll bide us, Mrs.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an he'll bide us, Mrs.
Flockhart, replied the Gael. 'And will ye face thae tearing chields, the dragoons, Ensign Maccombich? again inquired the landlady. 'Claw for claw, as Conan said to Satan, Mrs. Flockhart, and the deevil tak the shortest nails. 'And will the colonel venture on the bagganets himsell? 'Ye may swear it, Mrs. Flockhart; the very first man will he be, by Saint Phedar.
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