It has not been open since the week after the victory of Kilsythe, when my poor Sir Arthur Bellenden put twenty whigs into it; but it is not more than two stories beneath ground, so it cannot be unwholesome, especially as I rather believe there is somewhere an opening to the outer air." "I beg your pardon, madam," answered the sergeant; "I daresay the dungeon is a most admirable one; but I have promised to be civil to the lad, and I will take care he is watched, so as to render escape impossible.

I'll set those to look after him shall keep him as fast as if his legs were in the boots, or his fingers in the thumbikins." "Well, Mr Stewart," rejoined the lady, "you best know your own duty.

I heartily wish you good evening, and commit you to the care of my steward, Harrison.

I would ask you to keep ourselves company, but a--a--a--" "O, madam, it requires no apology; I am sensible the coarse red coat of King Charles II.

does and ought to annihilate the privileges of the red blood of King James V." "Not with me, I do assure you, Mr Stewart; you do me injustice if you think so.