Old Mortality, Volume 1. by Sir Walter Scott
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the utmost rigour of the law rather than leave you in such a strait. But
my uncle is so alarmed at the pains and penalties denounced by the laws against such as comfort, receive, or consort with intercommuned persons, that he has strictly forbidden all of us to hold any intercourse with them." "It is no less than I expected," said the stranger; "nevertheless, I might be received without his knowledge;--a barn, a hay-loft, a cart-shed,--any place where I could stretch me down, would be to my habits like a tabernacle of silver set about with planks of cedar." "I assure you," said Morton, much embarrassed, "that I have not the means of receiving you at Milnwood without my uncle's consent and knowledge; nor, if I could do so, would I think myself justifiable in engaging him unconsciously in danger, which, most of all others, he fears and deprecates." "Well," said the traveller, "I have but one word to say. Did you ever hear your father mention John Balfour of Burley?" "His ancient friend and comrade, who saved his life, with almost the loss of his own, in the battle of Longmarston-Moor?--Often, very often." "I am that Balfour," said his companion. "Yonder stands thy uncle's house; I see the light among the trees. The avenger of blood is behind me, and my death certain unless I have refuge there. Now, make thy choice, young man; to shrink from the side of thy father's friend, like a thief in the night, and to leave him exposed to the bloody death from which he rescued thy father, or to expose thine uncle's wordly goods to such peril, as, in this perverse generation, attends those who give a |
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