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At about 0930 BST the 31-year-old woman answered the door of her home in Leglen Wood Crescent, Robroyston, to the men, who forced their way in.

An equally striking illustration of the same feeling is to be found in his summer Sunday's ramble to the Leglen wood,—the fabled haunt of Wallace,—which the poet confesses to have visited "with as much devout enthusiasm as ever pilgrim did the shrine of Loretto."

In those boyish days I remember, in particular, being struck with that part of Wallace’s story where these lines occur— “Syne to the Leglen wood, when it was late, To make a silent and safe retreat.”

In those boyish days I remember, in particular, being struck with that part of Wallace's story, where these lines occur— "Syne to the Leglen wood, when it was late, To make a silent and a safe retreat."