Identifier: waverleynovelile46scotuoft (find matches)
Title: Waverley novels
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832 Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
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Publisher: Boston : Estes and Lauriat
Contributing Library: Kelly - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ficer, My slavewould say, that in acknowledgment of so great anhonour conferred on my Bukshee, I am so void ofmeans, that I can only pray your Highness willdeign to accept a lily from Frangistan, to plantwithin the recesses of the secret garden of thypleasures. Let my Lords guards carry yonderlitter to the Zenana. A female scream was heard, as, at a signal fromTippoo, the guards of his Seraglio advanced toreceive the closed litter from the attendants of theBesum. The voice of the old Fakir was heardlouder and sterner than before. — Cursed is theprince who barters justice for lust! He shall diein the gate by the sword of the stranger. This is too insolent! said Tippoo. Dragforward that Fakir, and cut his robe into tatterson his back with your chabouks. ^ But a scene ensued like that in the hall of Seyd.All who attempted to obey the command of theincensed despot fell back from the Fakir, as they ^ Long whips. The Pretended Fakir. Drawn by W. B. Wollen, R. I. — Etched byF. S. Walker.
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THE SURGEONS DAUGHTER. 473 would from the Angel of Death. He flung his capand fictitious beard on the ground, and the in-censed countenance of Tippoo was subdued in aninstant, when he encountered the stern and awfuleye of his father. A sign dismissed him fromthe throne, which Hyder himself ascended, whilethe officious menials hastily disrobed him of histattered cloak, and flung on him a robe of regalsplendour, and placed on his head a jewelledturban. The Durbar rung with acclamations toHyder Ali Khan Bahaudor, the good, the wise,the discoverer of hidden things, who cometh intothe Divan like the sun bursting from the clouds. The Nawaub at length signed for silence, andwas promptly obeyed. He looked majesticallyaround him, and at length bent his look uponTippoo, whose downcast eyes, as he stood beforethe throne with his arms folded on his bosom,were strongly contrasted with the haughty air ofauthority which he had worn but a moment before. Thou hast been willing, said the Nawaub, tobart

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