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Chapter 22 22
Chapter 23 23
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Chapter 25 25
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Chapter 28 28
Chapter 29 29
Chapter 30 30
Chapter 31 31
Chapter 32 32
Chapter 33 33
Chapter 34 34
Chapter 35 35
Chapter 36 36
Chapter 37 37
Chapter 38 38
Chapter 39 39
Chapter 40 40
Chapter 41 41
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Chapter 43 43
Chapter 44 44
Chapter 45 45
Chapter 46 46
Chapter 47 47
Chapter 48 48
Chapter 49 49
Chapter 50 50
Chapter 51 51
Chapter 52 52
Chapter 53 53
Chapter 54 54
Chapter 55 55
Chapter 56 56
Chapter 57 57
Chapter 58 58
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Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers

We garr'd the bars bang merrily,

Until we came to the inner prison,

Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.

Old Border Ballad.

We return to Portanferry, and to Bertram and his honest-hearted friend, whom we left most innocent inhabitants of a place built for the guilty. The slumbers of the farmer were as

            
            

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