Overwhelming as my sense of weakness is, the feeling that Catharine looked on would give me strength.

Say yet--oh, say yet--she shall be mine if we gain the combat, and not the Gow Chrom himself, whose heart is of a piece with his anvil, ever went to battle so light as I shall do! One strong passion is conquered by another." "This is folly, Conachar.

Cannot the recollection of your interest, your honour, your kindred, do as much to stir your courage as the thoughts of a brent browed lass?
Fie upon you, man!" "You tell me but what I have told myself, but it is in vain," replied Eachin, with a sigh.

"It is only whilst the timid stag is paired with the doe that he is desperate and dangerous.

Be it from constitution; be it, as our Highland cailliachs will say, from the milk of the white doe; be it from my peaceful education and the experience of your strict restraint; be it, as you think, from an overheated fancy, which paints danger yet more dangerous and ghastly than it is in reality, I cannot tell.