Capitolo 43
brothers, sisters all were perilled, you/he/she had done me this way. I was standing, I held,
alone in my enthusiastic dreams; those that I have loved better, admitted, it arched
in front of the man mine a lot of spirit abhorred; and as it challenged me, a boy, a child,
is it standing, while accusing before and condemning? But because art you this way,
Robert? oh, what has transported so thee?"
Wound in his/her his/her own serious words and thoughts, Nigel had failed up to that
that moment to perceive the effect of his/her words on his/her brother.
The head of Robert had sunk on its hand and its frame whole shake under
of the strong emotion; evidently striving himself/herself/itself to subjugate him/it some moments,
it passed first he could respond, and then only in accents of bitterness
senzo of guilt. "Because, because it didn't make such thoughts come to me, instead of
thee?" he said. "My youth had not wasted then in inactive folly--worse, oh,
worse--complimentary servile, the indecision of coward, fluttering as the moth
around the destructive flame; and while I held thee buried in romantic
dreams, all the blood of a patriot was dressing again wicker in veins of thy, while mine was
dull and stagnant."
"But to flow before the more diamond, my his/her own brother", interrupted Nigel,
sincerely. "Oh, I have looked at thee, thee also studied as me I loved thee,
from a lot; and I have hoped, felt, _known_ that this day would be to the dawns; that
you _wouldst_ rises for Scotland, and she would rise for thee. Ah, now
you smilest as thyself, and I want to my history. The patriot died--does me
not absolute as; any Scottish language should speak those words, safe with
the upraiseds arm and trumpet shouts of revenge! I could not remain in
England then; I could not face the tyrant that challenged proclamations and performs
how traitor the noblest hero, patriot purer than this has ever walked
earth. But they said men I looked for the lyric schools, the places of meeting of the poet in
Provence, and I gave the welcome one the deception; but it was to Scotland that me