If thou bring'st it to light, thou wert better dig thine own grave." Thus speaking, the door of the hut opened, admitting a gleam of moonshine.

The form of the retiring chief crossed it for an instant, the hurdle was then closed, and the shieling left in darkness.
Simon Glover felt relieved when a conversation fraught with offence and danger was thus peaceably terminated.

But he remained deeply affected by the condition of Hector MacIan, whom he had himself bred up.
"The poor child," said he, "to be called up to a place of eminence, only to be hurled from it with contempt! What he told me I partly knew, having often remarked that Conachar was more prone to quarrel than to fight.

But this overpowering faint heartedness, which neither shame nor necessity can overcome, I, though no Sir William Wallace, cannot conceive.

And to propose himself for a husband to my daughter, as if a bride were to find courage for herself and the bridegroom! No--no, Catharine must wed a man to whom she may say, 'Husband, spare your enemy'-- not one in whose behalf she must cry, 'Generous enemy, spare my husband!" Tired out with these reflections, the old man at length fell asleep.
In the morning he was awakened by his friend the Booshalloch, who, with something of a blank visage, proposed to him to return to his abode on the meadow at the Ballough.