Chapter

 1 IV   |        is but a rest, it is not death!”~Madge, as well as the
 2 XII  |       They were at the point of death, Nell; and, but for a kind
 3 XVI  |      New Aberfoyle would escape death.~But when the foremost fugitives
 4 XVI  | catastrophe would have been the death of Sir Walter Scott, had
 5 XVI  |   rubbish, and narrowly escaped death.~A few days afterwards,
 6 XVI  |      her side. Nell was pale as death, her countenance agitated,
 7 XVII |         nursling of a goat, the death of which was a bitter grief
 8 XVII |        was terrible. I expected death at his hands. After that
 9 XVII |      felt I was at the point of death when you, my Harry, came
10 XVII |     because it would be certain death to you all!”~“Nell!” cried
11 XVIII|        in the air.~Silence like death fell upon the astounded
12 XIX  |       cave. After the old man’s death, Nell had attempted to keep