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Catriona

Chapter 2 THE HIGHLAND WRITER

Word Count: 3000    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

to; fifteen flights of it, no less; and when I had come to his door, and a clerk had opened

I, took the money bag out of his

ng on a deed, from which he scarce raised his eyes on my entrance; indeed, he still kept his finger in the place, as though prepared to show me out and fall a

s Mr. Charles St

f the question is equally fa

well," I repeated, lowering my voice, "but maybe are not just so keen to hear from at this present being. And the bits of business

r like a man ill-pleased, sent forth his clerk of

t, "I tell you mine misgives me! I tell you beforehand, ye're either a Stewart or a Stewart sent ye. A good

ur of Shaws. As for him that sent me, I will let

name no names. The deevil's buckie, I ken the b

hought he had) about the north side, where he was to lie until a ship

ily of mine," he cried, "and, dod! I believe the day's come now! Get

id I. "Here is a bag of good money, and if more

k your politi

, smiling, "for I'm a

traffic is this that I find ye out in, Mr. Whig? Here is a forfeited rebel and an accused murderer, with two hundred pounds on his life, and

my friend. I can only wish he had been better guided. And an accused

say so," s

so, before long," said I. "Alan Br

s hang together. If Alan is

have now the whole train of these events," I went on, "and can see for yourself how I come to be so much mingled up with the affairs of your family and friends, which (for all of our sakes) I wish had been plainer and l

an's button, the choice is scarcely left me," said he. "W

n forth of this country," said I,

ely to forget it

ld be ill for me to find a conveyance, but that should be no stick to you

oted

t I would like well to get some snuff into the hands of; and, as I daresay you keep touch wit

ff are we to

ng of two pou

" sai

e Forth. I was thinking if I could get her a good Sunday gown, such as she could wear with decency i

thrifty, Mr. Balfour," s

if I could get some spending-money back. It's not that I grudge the whole of it to get Alan safe; it's not that I lack more; but having drawn so much the one day, I th

oo," said the Writer. "But I think ye take a ris

is with a

rect me to a lodging, for I have no roof to my head. But it must be a lodging I may seem to have hit up

me your name, sir; and it's my belief the Advocate is still so mu

to the wrong s

for he'll have to learn of it on the deaf side of hi

. Stewart. "Am I daft, or are you!

give myself

cried, "are ye mak

self some such freedom with myself. But I give you to un

sorts of propositions, which will put me in a train of very doubtful acts and bring me among very undesirable persons this many a day to come. And then you tell me you'r

another; and if you could, I could never deny but what I would be rather relieved. For I think my traffic with his lordship is little likely to agree with my health. Ther

nd then, "My man," said he, "you'll ne

t that," said I; "I'm s

g-Alan, too, if they could catch him-but James whatever! Go near the Advoca

f the Advocate th

ill the Advocate too, poor body! It's extraordinar ye cannot see where ye stand! If there's no fair way to stop your gab, the

t same no further back than t

sked Stewart, "He s

or he was a decent stout old Whig, and had

to be mixed up in it!" cries

between Rankeillor and mysel

he. "Ye'll hang beside James Ste

that," said I; "but I could

it. But I warn you that you're wading deep. I wouldn't put myself in your place (me that's a Stewart born!) for all the Stewarts that ever there were since Noah. Risk? ay, I take over-m

suppose," said I; "I was brought up

over-sorely. My case is dooms hard. See, sir, ye tell me ye're a Whig: I wonder what I am. No Whig to

"It's what I would think of

for King James, God bless him! he does very well for me across the water. I'm a lawyer, ye see: fond of my books and my bottle, a good plea, a well-drawn deed, a cra

fact ye have little of

re have I been moving one for young Ardsheil, my cousin; claimed the estate under the marriage contract-a forfeited estate! I told them it was nonsense: muckle they cared! And there was I cocking behind a yadvocate that liked the business as little as myself, for it was fair ruin to the pair of us-a black mark, disaffected, branded on our hurdies, like folk's names upon their kye! And what can I do? I'm a Stewart, ye see, and must

a hard posi

ye-you that's no Stewart-to stick your head so deep in Stewart busi

will be tha

s. When that's done, I'll give you the direction of a very decent man, that'll be very fain to have you for a lodger. And I'll fill y

that his clerk w

t more French recruits and trafficking Papists than what he has hairs upon his face. Why, it's

ms he's wanting the ship. Then there'll be Tam Stobo; but I'm none so sure of Tam. I've seen him col

wo hundred pounds,

o be Alan Breck!

n," said

" cried Robin. "I'll try Andie

uite a big busin

ere's no end to

"Hoseason. That must be my man, I think: Hoseason, o

he man in general is rather otherwise. If he had taken Alan on board his ship on

d the clerk. "I would lippen to [5] Eli's word-ay,

ought the doctor, wasna

very man," s

ook the doctor ba

ull!" cried Robin. "And

's hard to ken fol

got when ye came in, Mr.

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“This 1893 sequel to Stevenson's classic novel Kidnapped continues the adventures of David Balfour. The story begins with Balfour attempting to clear the name of his friend James Stewart of murder charges, when he is kidnapped yet again. Brimming with action, intrigue, adventure, and romance, Catriona is a classic novel in its own right.”