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It was noon when the two friends stood at the top of the pass of Bally-Brough. "I must go no farther," said Fergus MacIvor, who during the journey had in vain endeavoured to raise his friend's spirits. "If my cross-grained sister has any share in your dejection, trust me she thinks highly of you, though her present anxiety about the public cause prevents her listening to any other subject. Confide your interest to me; I will not betray it, providing you do not again assume that vile cockade."
"No fear of that, considering the manner in which it has been recalled. Adieu, Fergus; do not permit your sister to forget me."