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"And am I then incapable of being his assistant and counsellor in the pursuit of Honour, Miss Mac-Ivor?" said our hero, colouring deeply. "Do I rank so low in

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"Far from it, Captain Waverley. I would to God you were of our determination and made use of the expressionwhich displeased you, solely

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"That time is passed, sister; and you may wish Edward Waverley (no longer captain) joy of being freed from the slavery to an usurper, implied in this sable and ill-omened emblem.”

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"Thank God for that!" cried the enthusiast; "and O that they may be blind enough to treat every man of honour who serves them, with the same indignity, that I may have less to sigh for when the struggle approaches !"

"And now, sister, replace his cockade with one of a more lively colour. I think it was the fashion of the ladies of yore to arm and send forth their knights to high atchievement."

"Not till the knight-adventurer had well weighed the justice and the danger of the cause, Fergus. Mr Waverley is just now too much agitated by feelings of recent emotion for me to press him upon a resolution of consequence.”

Waverley felt half-alarmed at the thought' of adopting the badge of what was esteemed rebellion by the majority of the king. dom, yet he could not disguise his chagrin* at the coldness with which Flora parried her brother's hint. "Miss Mac-Ivor, I perceive, thinks the knight unworthy of

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her encouragement and favour," said he, somewhat bitterly.

"Not so, Mr Waverley," she replied, with great sweetness. "Why should I refuse my brother's valued friend a boon. which I am distributing to his whole clan? Most willingly would I enlist every man of honour in the cause to which my brother has devoted himself. But he has taken, his measures with his eyes open. His life has been devoted to this cause from his cradle; with him its call is sacred, were it even a summons to the tomb. But how can I wish you, Mr Waverley, so new to the world, so far from every friend who might advise and ought to influence you,— in a moment too of sudden pique and indignation,-how can I wish you to plunge yourself at once into so desperate an enterprize?"

Fergus, who did not understand these delicacies, strode through the apartment biting his lip, and then, with a constrained smile, said, "Well, sister, I leave you

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to act your new character of mediator between the Elector of Hanover and the subjects of your lawful sovereign and benefactor," and left the room.

There was a painful pause, which was at length broken by Miss Mac-Ivor. "My brother is unjust," she said, "because He can bear no interruption that seems to thwart his loyal zeal." 202.170.

"And do you not share his ardour} "Do I not?-God knows mine exceeds his, if that be possible. But I am not, like him, rapt by the bustle of military preparation, and the infinite detail necessary to the present undertaking,” beyond consideration of the grand principles of justice and truth, on which our enterprize is grounded; and these, I am certain, can only be furthered by measures in themselves true and just. To operate uрõ upon your present feelings, my dear Mr Waverley, to induce you to an irretrievable

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"Incomparable Flora!" said Edward, taking her hand; "how much do I need such a monitor!"

"A better one by far," said Flora, gently withdrawing her hand, "Mr Waverley will always find in his own bosom, when he will give its small still voice leisure to be heard."

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'No, Miss Mac-Ivor, I dare not hope it; a thousand circumstances of fatal selfindulgence have made me the creature rather of imagination than reason. Durst I but hope-could I but think...that you would deign to be to me that affectionate, that condescending friend, who would strengthen me to redeem my errors, my future life".....

Hush, my dear sir! you now carry your joy at escaping the hands of a jacobite recruiting officer to an unparalleled excess of gratitude."

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