Rob Roy (Unabridged). Walter Scott

      Chapter First

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      How have I sinn’d, that this affliction

       Should light so heavy on me? I have no more sons,

       And this no more mine own.— My grand curse

       Hang o’er his head that thus transformed thee!—

       Travel? I’ll send my horse to travel next.

      Monsieur Thomas.

      You have requested me, my dear friend, to bestow some of that leisure, with which Providence has blessed the decline of my life, in registering the hazards and difficulties which attended its commencement. The recollection of those adventures, as you are pleased to term them, has indeed left upon my mind a chequered and varied feeling