Kidnapped (Illustrated): Being Memoirs of the Adventures of David Balfour in the Year 1751Stevenson, Robert Louis
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Kidnapped (Illustrated): Being Memoirs of the Adventures of David Balfour in the Year 1751
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Kidnapping -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
can supply the means. I trust you will be a good husband of your money;
but in the affair of a friend like Mr. Thomson, I would be even
prodigal. Then for his kinsman, there is no better way than that you
should seek the Advocate, tell him your tale, and offer testimony;
whether he may take it or not, is quite another matter, and will turn on
the D. of A. Now, that you may reach the Lord Advocate well recommended,
I give you here a letter to a namesake of your own, the learned Mr.
Balfour of Pilrig, a man whom I esteem. It will look better that you
should be presented by one of your own name; and the laird of Pilrig is
much looked up to in the Faculty and stands well with Lord Advocate
Grant. I would not trouble him, if I were you, with any particulars; and
(do you know?) I think it would be needless to refer to Mr. Thomson.
Form yourself upon the laird, he is a good model; when you deal with the
Advocate, be discreet; and in all these matters, may the Lord guide you,
Mr. David!”
Thereupon he took his farewell, and set out with Torrance for the Ferry,
while Alan and I turned our faces for the city of Edinburgh. As we went
by the footpath and beside the gateposts and the unfinished lodge, we
kept looking back at the house of my fathers. It stood there, bare and
great and smokeless, like a place not lived in; only in one of the top
windows, there was the peak of a nightcap bobbing up and down and back
and forward, like the head of a rabbit from a burrow. I had little
welcome when I came, and less kindness while I stayed; but at least I
was watched as I went away.
Alan and I went slowly forward upon our way, having little heart either
to walk or speak. The same thought was uppermost in both, that we were
near the time of our parting; and remembrance of all the bygone days
sate upon us sorely. We talked indeed of what should be done; and it was
resolved that Alan should keep to the county, biding now here, now
there, but coming once in the day to a particular place where I might be
able to communicate with him, either in my own person or by messenger.
In the meanwhile, I was to seek out a lawyer, who was an Appin Stewart,
and a man therefore to be wholly trusted; and it should be his part to
find a ship and to arrange for Alan’s safe embarkation. No sooner was
this business done, than the words seemed to leave us; and though I
would seek to jest with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and he with
me on my new clothes and my estate, you could feel very well that we
were nearer tears than laughter.
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