Chapter XVII An Old and a New Acquaintance
While he was deep sunk in his reverie, the rustle of tartans was heard behind him, a friendly arm clasped his shoulders, and a friendly voice exclaimed, “Said the Highland prophet sooth? Or must a second-sight go for nothing?” Waverley turned and was warmly embraced...
1977 ◽
Vol 3
(2)
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pp. 309-338
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2008 ◽
pp. 447-474
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2001 ◽
Vol 17
(1)
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pp. 87-94
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2010 ◽
pp. 269-283
1973 ◽
Vol 20
(Supplement_31)
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pp. 239-244