Edward assented to her praises so far as he understood them, yet could not help regretting that she was condemned to such a perilous and dismal life.
'Oich! for that,' said Evan, 'there is nothing in Perthshire that she need want, if she ask her father to fetch it, unless it be too hot or too heavy.'
'But to be the daughter of a cattle-stealer—a common thief!'
'Common thief!—no such thing: Donald Bean Lean never LIFTED less than a drove in his life.'
'Do you call him an uncommon thief, then?'
'No; he that steals a cow from a poor widow, or a stirk from a cotter, is a thief; he that lifts a drove from a Sassenach laird is a gentleman-drover. And, besides, to take a tree from the forest, a salmon from the river, a deer from the hill, or a cow from a Lowland strath, is what no Highlander need ever think shame upon.'
LoL. It is amusing, but... so horribly affected. I'm cringing a lot reading this book.