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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 second-sight go for nothing?"
Waverley turned, and was warmly embraced by Fergus MacIvor. "A thousand welcomes to Holyrood, once more possessed by her legitimate sovereign! Did I not say we should prosper, and that you would fall into the hands of the Philistines if you parted from us?"