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“In the wide pile, by others heeded not, Hers was one sacred solitary spot, Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves contain For moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain.”

Quote by Walter Scott

Work

This novel tells the story of Rob Roy MacGregor, a Scottish outlaw and folk hero, and his struggles against the oppressive landowners of the Highlands. The narrative explores themes of loyalty, honor, and the struggle for justice in a rugged and unforgiving landscape. more

Author

Walter Scott, born on August 15, 1771, and died on September 21, 1832, was a renowned British baronet. He is best known for his extensive literary works, particularly his historical novels and poetry. more

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