Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter II: Malcontents in Council >> Page 8

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 8JOSCELYN
As he emerged from the lane, and was making his way slowly
across the little court-yard in front of the cottage, he was encoun-
tered by a young damsel, of seventeen, or thereabouts, who suddenly
darted out from the ' cover of the shrubbery, and met him as he
came. And she, too, judging by her' costume, was also of Scottish
origin. Her kirtle was of plaid, and she bore the Scottish type,
very decidedly marked in all her features. She was a tall damsel,
graceful of movement, very fair to look upon, with the merriest
laughing eyes of blue, a fair, white, lofty forehead, surmounted
by masses of the richest golden hair that ever hid away in its folds
the sunshine of an oriental day. These masses, partially bound up,
terminated, however, in the brightest ringlets, curling naturally,
that ever flowed freely over the white shoulders of a village beauty.
These were brother and sister, very like in features, and very
loving, as became their close relationship.
The girl had shown some impatience to meet her brother had
evidently watched from afar, and waited his approach. Her move-
ment was hurried, and she exclaimed, as she drew nigh :
"How you have stayed, Wattie. You are waited for impatiently.
They have been out asking for you a dozen times, and father seems
almost vexed that you are absent."
"Why, who's here, Annie? Who are `they,' for whom you have
no names?"
"That Cameron ! "
"Aye ! That Cameron ! " he exclaimed, repeating her words, and
his brow darkening as he spoke, while his lips grew rigidly com-
pressed together. "Well, he is here again?"
"He is not the only one. Tom Browne is with him, and you
may be sure, Wattie "
"That they come for no good ! Would to God that my father
could shake himself free of these men ! Have you any notion of
their business now?"
"Only that it is something which has warmed them all into a
passion. They've been a good two hours in the hall, and they all
seem to talk at once sometimes. I hear papa's voice very high, as
if under great provocation; and, every now and then, I hear the
sharp, shrill, harsh tones of Tom Browne. Cameron is louder, too,