Dead or captive I must be before to-morrow.' 'What do you mean by that, my friend ?' said Edward.

'The enemy is still a day's march in our rear, and if he comes up, we are still strong enough to keep him in check.

Remember Gladsmuir.' 'What I tell you is true notwithstanding, so far as I am individually concerned.' 'Upon what authority can you found so melancholy a prediction ?' asked Waverley.
'On one which never failed a person of my house.

I have seen,' he said, lowering his voice, 'I have seen the Bodach Glas.' 'Bodach Glas ?' 'Yes: have you been so long at Glennaquoich, and never heard of the Grey Spectre?
though indeed there is a certain reluctance among us to mention him.' 'No, never.' 'Ah! it would have been a tale for poor Flora to have told you.

Or, if that hill were Benmore, and that long blue lake, which you see just winding towards yon mountainous country, were Loch Tay, or my own Loch an Ri, the tale would be better suited with scenery.