Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
To this kindness her natural benevolence alone would have prompted her;
but an additional motive presented itself in the youth and extreme
beauty of the fair traveller, who was, as the farmer's wife afterwards
remarked to her husband, the loveliest creature her eyes ever beheld.
Nor was her manner less captivating: it was mild and gentle, while the
sweet silvery tones of her voice imparted an additional charm to the
graces of her person.
Her apparel, too, the good woman observed, was of the richest
description; and the jewellery with which she was adorned, in the shape
of rings, bracelets, etc., and which she deposited one after another on
a table that stood beside her, with the careless manner of one
accustomed to the possession of such things, seemed of great value.
A purse, also, well stored with golden guineas, as the sound indicated,
was likewise thrown on the table with the same indifferent manner.
The wealth of the fair stranger, in short, seemed boundless in the eyes
of her humble, unsophisticated attendant.
The comfort of the young lady attended to in every way, including the
offer of some homely refreshment, of which, however, she scarcely
partook, pleading excessive fatigue as an apology, she was left alone in
the apartment to retire to rest when she thought proper; the room
containing a clean and neat bed, which had always been reserved for
strangers.
On rejoining her husband, after leaving her fair guest, a long and
earnest conversation took place between the worthy couple as to who or
what the strangers could be. They supposed, they conjectured, they
imagined, but all to no purpose. They could make nothing of it beyond
the conviction that they were persons of rank; for the natural
politeness of the "guidwife" had prevented her asking the young lady any
questions touching her history; and she had made no communication
whatever on the subject herself.
As to the lady's companion, all that Henderson, who was the only one of
the family who had seen him, could tell, was, that he was a tall, dark
man, attired as a gentleman, but so muffled up in a large cloak, that he
could not, owing to that circumstance and the extreme darkness of the
night, make out his features distinctly.
Henderson, however, expressed some surprise at the abruptness of his
departure, and still more at the wild and desperate speed with which he
had ridden away, regardless of the darkness of the night and of all
obstacles that might be in the way.
It was what he himself, a good horseman, and who knew every inch of the
ground, would not have done for a thousand merks; and a great marvel he
held it, that the reckless rider had got a hundred yards without horse
and man coming down, to the utter destruction of both.
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