He had his pride of family, strange to say, though nursed and nestled in a bosom which could boast no other virtue.
The moment he saw the condition of Lucy, with the grasp of Rivers still upon her, he tore her away with the strength of a giant.
"What have you been doing, Guy ?" His keen and suspicious glance of eye conveyed the question more significantly.
"Nothing! she is a fool only!" "And you have been a brute! Beware! I tell you, Guy Rivers, if you but ruffle the hair of this child in violence, I will knife you, as soon as I would my worst enemy." "Pshaw! I only threatened her to make her confess where she had sent Colleton or hidden him." "Ay, but there are some threats, Guy, that call for throat-cutting.

Look to it.

We know each other; and you know that, though I'm willing you should _marry_ Lucy, I'll not stand by and see you harm her; and, with my permission you lay no hands on her, until you are married." "Very well!" answered the ruffian sullenly, and turning away, "see that you get the priest soon ready.

I'll wait upon neither man nor woman over long! You sha'n't trifle with me much longer." To this speech Munro made no answer.

He devoted himself to his still insensible niece, whom he raised carefully from the floor, and laid her upon a rude settee that stood in the apartment.