Walter Scott

Walter Scott

Summary

Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott,  The Black Dwarf

“ A low whistle, and the words, “Hisht, Elshie, hisht!” disturbed him in this melancholy occupation. He looked up, and the Red Reiver of Westburnflat was before him. Like Banquo’s murderer, there was blood on his face, as well as upon the rowels of his spurs and the sides of his over-ridden horse.
“How now, ruffian!” demanded the Dwarf, “is thy job chared?”
“Ay, ay, doubt not that, Elshie,” answered the freebooter; “When I ride, my foes may moan. They have had mair light than comfort at the Heugh-foot this morning; there’s a toom byre and a wide, and a wail and a cry for the bonny bride.”
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott,  The Black Dwarf

“ Time presses—I know but one remedy—with four-and-twenty hours I might find many—Miss Vere, you must implore the protection of the only human being who has it in his power to control the course of events which threatens to hurry you before it.”
“And what human being,” answered Miss Vere, “has such power?”
“Start not when I name him,” said Ratcliffe, coming near her, and speaking in a low but distinct voice. “It is he who is called Elshender the Recluse of Mucklestane-Moor.”
“You are mad, Mr. Ratcliffe, or you mean to insult my misery by an ill-timed jest!”
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott,  The Black Dwarf

“ But fear nothing, there is ample time to protect thee.”
“And my father?” continued Isabella, in a suppliant tone.
“Thy father,” replied the Dwarf, “has been, and is, my most bitter enemy. But fear not; thy virtue shall save him. And now, begone; were I to keep thee longer by me, I might again fall into the stupid dreams concerning human worth from which I have been so fearfully awakened. But fear nothing—at the very foot of the altar I will redeem thee. Adieu, time presses, and I must act!”
He led her to the door of the hut, which he opened for her departure.
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Source: Gutenberg

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