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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Fair Maid of Perth — Chapter VI (1828)

No, Henry, to no common stabber, had he worn a plume in his bonnet and gold spurs on his heels, would Catharine Glover have offered the little grace she has this day voluntarily done to you. If I have at times dwelt severely upon the proneness of your spirit to anger, and of your hand to strife, it is because I would have you, if I could so persuade you, hate in yourself the sins of vanity and wrath by which you are most easily beset.
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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Fair Maid of Perth — Chapter VI (1828)

So spoke, or rather so sobbed, the Fair Maiden of Perth, who seemed choking in the attempt to restrain her tears.
"You hate me, then?" said the lover, after a pause.
"Heaven is my witness, no."
"Or you love some other better?"
"It is cruel to ask what it cannot avail you to know. But you are entirely mistaken."
"Yon wildcat, Conachar, perhaps?" said Henry. "I have marked his looks —"
"You avail yourself of this painful situation to insult me, Henry, though I have little deserved it.
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Portrait of Walter Scott Walter Scott The Fair Maid of Perth — Chapter VI (1828)

Mary! there are a hundred round me to stir me on. 'Why, how now, Smith, is thy mainspring rusted?' says one. 'Jolly Henry is deaf on the quarrelling ear this morning!' says another. 'Stand to it, for the honour of Perth,' says my lord the Provost. 'Harry against them for a gold noble,' cries your father, perhaps. Now, what can a poor fellow do, Catharine, when all are hallooing him on in the devil's name, and not a soul putting in a word on the other side?
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