Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"That's odd," he said, on the young lady's imposing on him the character
of her deliverer--"verra odd," he repeated, but with considerable
embarrassment in his manner; "but I dinna think ye're the young leddy I
saved that day; she was a hantle stouter than you, and a guid deal
aulder."
"The very same, the very same, I assure you, sir," rejoined his fair
companion, laughingly. "There was no accident of the kind you mentioned,
at the place you pointed out, during all last summer, but my own. This I
know, from our having lived there from the month of March to October. So
you must not attempt to balk me of the happiness of believing I have
found my deliverer."
Here, then, was a poser for Jamie. The young lady, it seems, was
familiar with the place, and knew that no accident, except the one
which, by so odd and unhappy a coincidence for Jamie's veracity, had
befallen herself, had occurred there at the period he stated. He must,
therefore, either confess to a lie, or quietly pocket the compliments
that were thrust on him. On the latter he naturally enough determined;
but he wanted no more acknowledgments, as he found them sit on him
rather awkwardly. In truth, he now began to show as great a reluctance
to advert to the subject as he had before shown forwardness, and was
most evidently desirous of waiving it altogether; but this his fair
companion would by no means allow. She was by far too full of the
extraordinary chance, and extraordinary good fortune, as she reckoned
it, of having thus so strangely met with her deliverer, to allow the
matter to drop.
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