Otherwise--'
'Grace me no grace,' said Evan; 'since you are to shed Vich Ian Vohr's
blood, the only favour I would accept from you, is--to bid them loose my
hands and gie me my claymore, and bide you just a minute sitting where
you are!'
'Remove the prisoners,' said the Judge; 'his blood be upon his own
head.'
Almost stupefied with his feelings, Edward found that the rush of the
crowd had conveyed him out into the street, ere he knew what he was
doing.--His immediate wish was to see and speak with Fergus once more.
He applied at the Castle where his unfortunate friend was confined, but
was refused admittance. 'The High Sheriff,' a non-commissioned officer
said, 'had requested of the governor that none should be admitted to see
the prisoner excepting his confessor and his sister.'
'And where was Miss Mac-Ivor?' They gave him the direction, It was the
house of a respectable Catholic family near Carlisle.
Repulsed from the gate of the Castle, and not venturing to make
application to the High Sheriff or Judges in his own unpopular name,
he had recourse to the solicitor who came down in Fergus's behalf. This
gentleman told him, that it was thought the public mind was in danger of
being debauched by the account of the last moments of these persons, as
given by the friends of the Pretender; that there had been a resolution,
therefore, to exclude all such persons as had not the plea of near
kindred for attending upon them.
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