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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 your opinion?"

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

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Because you are not of our quality,

But stand against us as an enemy." hat 1.1 1920: 91 “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.”'

Yes," said Waverley, undoing the cockade from his hat,“ jt has pleased the king who bestowed this badge upon me, to o resume

it in a manner which leaves me little reason to regret his service, CADOWS

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« Thank God for that!” cried the en. thusiast; "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 toʻsigh for when the struggle approaches!"

“ And now, sister, replace bis 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, thioks the knight unworthy of

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 ta. ken bis 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

to act your new character of mediator between the Elector of Hanover and the subjects of your lawful'snvereign 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 Ke can bear no interruption that seems to thwart his loyal zeal.”

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“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 dur enterprize is grounded; and these, I am certain, čán only be furthered by measures in theinselves true and júst. To operate upon your present feelings, my dear Mr Wa. verley, to induce you to an irretrievable step, ep, of which

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poor judgment, neither the one nor the other."

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

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

.“ No, Miss Mac-Iyor, I dare pot hope it; a thousand circumstances of fatal selfindulgence have made me the creature rather of imagination than reason. Durst

but hope--could I but think that you would deign to be to me that affection, ate, 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.”

“ Nay, dear Flora, trifle with me ne

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