Kidnapped - Memorising Quotes - Robert Lois Stevenson Flashcards
For I saw…
For I saw I had betrayed my trust (…) Alan knitted his brows with a sudden, quick look, both ugly and anxious, which was all the reproach I had of him
I felt I was…
I felt I was behaving badly; and was now not only angry with Alan but with myself into the bargain, and in made me the more cruel
Only now his…
Only now his sword was running blood to the hilt, and himself so swelled with triumph and fallen into so fine an attitude that he looked to be invincible
“David” said he…
“David” said he, “I love you like a brother. And oh man (…) am I no a bonny fighter?”
Though he had…
Though he had a great taste for courage in other men, yet he admired it most in Alan Breck
He’s here and awa…
He’s here and awa; here today and gone tomorrow: a fair heather cat. He might be glowering as the two of out of yon whin bush and I wouldne wonder!
Yer bed shall be…
Yer bed shall be the moorcock’s, and yer life like the hunted deer’s, and ye shall sleep with your hand upon your weapons (…) either take to the heather with me or else hang
“Hang or drown!”…
“Hang or drown!” (…) Alan seized me, first my the hair, then by the collar, and with a great strain dragged me into safety
To be feared…
To be feared of a thing and yet to do it is what makes the finest kind of a man
“It’s the strength…
“It’s the strength that I want” (…) “very well then”, said Alan. “I’ll carry ye”
Nursing my…
Nursing my wrath (…) passing him over with my eyes as if he had been a bush or a stone
“Ye’d better…
“Ye’d better let me take your pack”
So I went…
So I went like a sick, silly and bad hearted school boy
I felt so…
And cry and…
And all the time…
I felt so lost and lonesome
and cry and weep like a baby
and all the time there was a cold gnawing in my inside like a remorse for something wrong
You could feel…
Neither of us…
You could feel very well that we were nearer tears than laughter
Neither one of us looked the other in the face
He was a mean…
He was a mean, stooping, narrow - shouldered, clay - faced creature
His eyes were…
His eyes were unusually light and had a kind of dancing madness in them which was both engaging and alarming
“Your money too”…
“Your money too” says Alan with a groan. “Ye shouldnae have given it to me. I’m daft when I get to the cards”
“I’ll chance…
“I’ll chance it Alan”, said I, “I’ll go with you”
“I call it…
“I call it noble”, I cried. “I’m a whig, or little better; but I call it noble”
Alan indeed, expressed…
Alan indeed, expressed himself most lovingly; and taking a knife from the table, cut me one of the silver buttons from his coat
And yet, when the…
And yet, when the captain brought him into the roundhouse and I set eyes on him for the first time he looked as cool as I did
He was smallish…
He was smallish in statue, but as well set and nimble as a goat
“Will ye stand…
“Will ye stand with me?” “That I will - I am no thief nor murderer. I’ll stand by you”
Here was a man…
Here was a man I would rather call my friend than my enemy
I found myself…
I found myself only sick, and sorry, and blank. I minded me of all Alan’s kindness and courage in the past
“Deed and I…
“Deed and I don’t know (…) For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye was that ye never quarrelled - and know I like ye better!”
And the gray…
And the grey of the dawn coming on his face
Are but as the snail…
Are but as the snail to the swallow against the bright steel in the hands of Alan
