GUY MANNERING.
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CHAPTER VI.
If thou hast any love of mercy in thee,
Turn me upon my face that I may die.
Joanna Baillie.
Our traveller hired a post-chaise at the place where he separated from Dinmont, with the purpose of proceeding to Kippletringan, there to enquire into the state of the family at Woodbourne, before he should venture to make his presence in the country known to Miss Mannering. The stage was a long one of eighteen or twenty miles, and the road lay across the country. To add to the inconveniences of the journey, the snow began to fall pretty quickly. The postillion, however, proceeded upon his way for a good many miles, without expressing doubts or hesitation. It was not until the night was com-
