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
"Dinna speak o't, sir, dinna speak o't," said Jamie, in the greatest
embarrassment, and wishing, the while, that his tongue had been
blistered when he first opened his mouth on the ill-starred subject of
the rescuing. "Dinna speak o't," he said, "it't just what ae
fellow-cratur should do for anither." And, having said this, Jamie was
about to make a sudden bolt, when the old gentleman, perceiving his
intention, dexterously hooked his arm within Jamie's right; while his
daughter, who had by this time joined them, did the same by his left,
and thus secured him.
"Away from us you shall not get," said Mr. Alston.
"Indeed you shall not," interposed his daughter.
"You must go home with us," resumed the former, "and receive the thanks
of my dear wife, who will be delighted to see you, and those of Ellen's
brothers and sisters. They are all, I assure you, as grateful to you as
either I or Ellen herself can possibly be."
"Much obleeged, sir, much obleeged," stammered out Jamie, in great
distress of mind; "but, ye see, it's impossible--althegither oot o' the
question; for I have some important business to do, that maun be dune
before I go onywhaur."
And he struggled to free himself from his captors; but in vain. They
held on with a determined gripe.
"No, no, you must not leave us," exclaimed Mr Alston, "we must not lose
sight of you, now that we have you. I should be sorry to be the cause of
any interruption to your business; but we will not detain you an
instant. I merely wish, in the meantime, to show you the way to my
house, that you may find it readily when you want it, which I expect
will be the moment you get your business finished."
"Really, sir, really," exclaimed Jamie, despairingly, and holding
back to repress the forward movements of Mr. Alston and his
daughter--"really, sir, really I canna gang. I canna on no account. The
business I hae on haun maun be instantly attended to, and winna admit o'
the sma'est delay."
"Well, in that case," said the pertinacious Mr. Alston, "I'll accompany
you, and wait your conveniency; and Ellen here will, in the meantime, go
home and apprise her mother of her having met with you, and tell her
that we shall be there in--in--in what time shall I say?"
"An hour--an hour--an hour," exclaimed the perplexed romancer, in great
tribulation--"say an hour."
"Well, an hour, Ellen. Tell your mother we'll be home in an hour," said
Mr. Alston; "and let her have a little supper prepared for us by that
time, and let a bed be got in readiness for our dear friend here. You'll
take up your quarters with us, of course," turning to Jamie.
"Oh, surely, surely--wi' great pleasure," exclaimed Jamie, hurriedly,
and scarcely knowing what he said--"wi' great pleasure, but far owre
meikle trouble."
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