Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:33 — davidchen
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:31 — davidchen
Assuming, therefore, an air of consequence, corresponding to what he supposed to be his master’s importance and quality, Adam Woodcock led the way into the courtyard of the Palace of Holyrood.
He appears to have been fond of the arts; for there exists a beautiful family-piece of him in the centre of his family. Mr. Pinkerton, in his Scottish Iconographia, published an engraving of this curious portrait. The original is the property of Lord Somerville, nearly connected with the Seton family, and is at present at his lordship’s fishing villa of the Pavilion, near Melrose.
The youthful page paused on the entrance of the court-yard, and implored his guide to give him a moment’s breathing space.
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:28 — davidchen
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:27 — davidchen
“My name is Roland Graeme, my lord,” answered the youth, “a page, who, for the present, is in the service of Sir Halbert Glendinning.”
“I said so from the first,” said one of the young men; “my life I will wager, that this is a shaft out of the heretic’s quiver-a stratagem from first to last, to injeer into your confidence some espial of his own. They know how to teach both boys and women to play the intelligencers.”
“That is false, if it be spoken of me,” said Roland; “no man in Scotland should teach me such a foul part!”
“I believe thee, boy,” said Lord Seyton, “for thy strokes were too fair to be dealt upon an understanding with those that were to receive them.
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:27 — davidchen
“My name is Roland Graeme, my lord,” answered the youth, “a page, who, for the present, is in the service of Sir Halbert Glendinning.”
“I said so from the first,” said one of the young men; “my life I will wager, that this is a shaft out of the heretic’s quiver-a stratagem from first to last, to injeer into your confidence some espial of his own. They know how to teach both boys and women to play the intelligencers.”
“That is false, if it be spoken of me,” said Roland; “no man in Scotland should teach me such a foul part!”
“I believe thee, boy,” said Lord Seyton, “for thy strokes were too fair to be dealt upon an understanding with those that were to receive them.
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:26 — davidchen
Tue, 07/10/2012 - 21:25 — davidchen
Mon, 07/09/2012 - 13:58 — davidchen
Mon, 07/09/2012 - 13:57 — davidchen
Oliver had been too often subjected to the process to which the very expressive monosyllable just recorded bears reference, to entertain the smallest doubt that the owner of the voice, whoever he might be, would redeem his pledge, most honourably. He drew back the bolts with a trembling hand, and opened the door.
For a second or two, Oliver glanced up the street, and down the street, and over the way: impressed with the belief that the unknown, who had addressed him through the key-hole, had walked a few paces off, to warm himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into wedges, the size of his mouth, with a clasp-knife, and then consumed with great dexterity.
Mon, 07/09/2012 - 13:55 — davidchen