I don't oppose you now, seeing that
we've got to do it."
"Ay," quoth Rivers, somewhat abstractedly--for he was a person of
changing and capricious moods--"ay! ay! it has to be done! Well! we will
do it!--as for her!"
Here he drew nigh and grasped the hand of the only half-conscious
damsel, and stared earnestly in her face. Her eyes opened largely and
wildly upon him, then closed again; a shudder passed over her form, and
her hand was convulsively withdrawn from his grasp.
"Come, come, let her alone, and be off," said Munro. "As long as you are
here, she'll be in a fit! See to the horses. There's no use to wait. You
little know Lucy Munro if you reckon to get anything out of her. You may
strike till doomsday at her bosom, but, where she's fixed in principle,
she'll perish before she yields. Nothing can move her when she's
resolved. In that she's the very likeness of her father, who was like a
rock when he had sworn a thing."
"Ha! but the rock may be split, and the woman's will must be made to
yield to a superior.
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