Summary

James Grant The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance…

My dear Lilian, why so cruel? Am I indeed so hateful that you despise me?"
"O, no," said she, gently, touched with his tone, for his voice was very persuasive, and his presence was surpassingly noble. "I cannot hate one who has never wronged me; and I dare not despise aught that God has made."
"Then you only respect me the same as the cows in yonder park?"
"Heaven forbid, my Lord, I should rate you so low!"
"Joy! beautiful Lilian. I now perceive that you do love me; and that coy diffidence alone prevents you revealing the sentiments of your heart."
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James Grant The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance…

Her mild eyes were shaded by their lashes, and the charming expression of modesty imparted by their downcast lids increased the emotion of Walter; and closer to his breast he pressed her passive form till her heart throbbed against his own.
"O love, when womanhood is in the flush!"
Walter was intoxicated. The purple hood of Lilian had fallen back, and the braids of her fair hair drooped upon his breast; his dark hair mingled with them, and their locks sparkled like gold in the glow of the set sun, as its last rays streamed down the long shady walk.
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James Grant The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance…

The dove seemed sensible of the sorrow that preyed upon its mistress, and, nestled in her soft bosom, lay still and motionless, with bowed head and trailing pinions.
"By Jove! she is a magnificent being," said a voice. "Now, fair Lilian—now, by all that is opportune, you must hear me."
She started, but was unable to rise, from confusion and fear. Lord Clermistonlee stood beside her. His dark velvet mantle half concealed his rich dress, as the plumes of his slouched hat did the sinister expression of his proud and impressive features.
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