Identifier: fairmaidofpertho22scot (find matches)
Title: The fair maid of Perth, or, Saint Valentine's Day
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832
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Publisher: London New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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t, and teach her what it is not tolet sleeping dogs lie still. Thus encouraged, Henry, though perhaps with less alarm-ing vivacity, again seized the blushing maiden in his arms,who submitted with a tolerable grace to receive repayment ofher salute, a dozen times repeated, and with an energy verydifferent from that which had provoked such severe retalia-tion. At length she again extricated herself from her loversarms, and as if frightened, and repenting what she haddone, threw herself into a seat and covered her face withher hands. Cheer up, thou silly girl, said her father, and be notashamed that thou hast made the two happiest men in Perth,since thy old father is one of them. Never was kiss so wellbestowed, and meet it is that it should be suitably returned.Look up, my darling! look up, and let me see thee give butone smile. By my honest word, the sun that now rises overour fair city shows no sight that can give me greater pleasure.What! he continued, in a jocose tone, thou thoughtst
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The Fair Maid of Perth. 61 thou hadst Jamie Keddies ring,* and couldst walk invisible ?But not so, my fairy of the dawning. Just as I was aboutto rise, I heard thy chamber door open, and watched theedownstairs—not to protect thee against this sleepy-headedHenry, but to see with my own delighted eyes my belovedgirl do that which her father most wished. Come, put downthese foolish hands, and though thou blushest a little, it willonly the better grace St. Valentines morn, when blushes bestbecome a maidens cheek. As Simon Glover spoke, he pulled away, with gentleviolence, the hands which hid his daughters face. Sheblushed deeply indeed, but there was more than maidensshame in her face, and her eyes were fast filling with tears. What! weeping, love? continued her father. Nay,nay, this is more than need.—Henry, help me to comfortthis little fool. Catharine made an effort to collect herself and to smile,but the smile was of a melancholy and serious cast. I only meant to say, father, said

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