Give me my bonnet, or I go
without it; surely I am not to be delayed by so trifling a want
as that--I, who have gone for years with only a strap of deer's
hide to tie back my hair. Trifle not, but give it me, or I must
go bareheaded, since to stay is impossible."
"My son," said Elspat, keeping fast hold of his hand, "what is
done cannot be recalled. Could you borrow the wings of yonder
eagle, you would arrive at the Dun too late for what you purpose
--too soon for what awaits you there. You believe you see the
sun rising for the first time since you have seen him set; but
yesterday beheld him climb Ben Cruachan, though your eyes were
closed to his light."
Hamish cast upon his mother a wild glance of extreme terror, then
instantly recovering himself, said, "I am no child to be cheated
out of my purpose by such tricks as these. Farewell, mother!
each moment is worth a lifetime."
"Stay," she said, "my dear, my deceived son, run not on infamy
and ruin. Yonder I see the priest upon the high-road on his
white horse. Ask him the day of the month and week; let him
decide between us.
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