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horse on the right hand of my father, James More, and of Glengyle himself. And here is one fine thing that I remember, that Glengyle kissed me in the face, because (says he) โ€˜my kinswoman, you are the only lady of the clan that has come out,โ€™ and me a little maid of maybe twelve years old! I saw Prince Charlie too, and the blue eyes of him; he was pretty indeed! I had his hand to kiss in the front of the army. O, well, these were the good days, but it is all like a dream that I have seen and then awakened. It went what way you very well know; and these were the worst days of all, when the redcoat soldiers were out, and my father and my uncles lay in the hill, and I was to be carrying them their meat in the middle night, or at the short side of day when the cocks crow. Yes, I have walked in the night, manyโ€™s the time, and my heart great in me for terror of the darkness. It is a strange thing I will never have been meddled with a bogle; but they say a maid goes safe. Next there was my uncleโ€™s marriage, and that was a dreadful affair beyond all. Jean Kay was that womanโ€™s name; and she had me in the room with her that night at Inversnaid, the night we took her from her friends in the old, ancient manner. She would and she wouldnโ€™t; she was for marrying Rob the one minute, and the next she would be for none of him. I will never have seen such a feckless creature of a woman; surely all there was of her would tell her ay or no. Well, she was a widow, and I can never be thinking a widow a good woman.โ€

โ€œCatriona!โ€ says I, โ€œhow do you make out that?โ€

โ€œI do not know,โ€ said she; โ€œI am only telling you the seeming in my heart. And then to marry a new man! Fy! But that was her; and she was married again upon my Uncle Robin, and went with him awhile to kirk and market; and then wearied, or else her friends got claught of her and talked her round, or maybe she turned ashamed; at the least of it, she ran away, and went back to her own folk, and said we had held her in the lake, and I will never tell you all what. I have never thought much of any females since that day. And so in the end my father, James More, came to be cast in prison, and you know the rest of it as well as me.โ€

โ€œAnd through all you had no friends?โ€ said I.

โ€œNo,โ€ said she; โ€œI have been pretty chief with two-three lasses on the braes, but not to call it friends.โ€

โ€œWell, mine is a plain tale,โ€ said I. โ€œI never had a friend to my name till I met in with you.โ€

โ€œAnd that brave Mr. Stewart?โ€ she asked.

โ€œO, yes, I was forgetting him,โ€ I said. โ€œBut he is a man, and that is very different.โ€

โ€œI would think so,โ€ said she. โ€œO, yes, it is quite different.โ€

โ€œAnd then there was one other,โ€ said I. โ€œI once thought I had a friend, but it proved a disappointment.โ€

She asked me who she was?

โ€œIt was a he, then,โ€ said I. โ€œWe were the two best lads at my fatherโ€™s school, and we thought we loved each other dearly. Well, the time came when he went to Glasgow to a merchantโ€™s house, that was his second cousin once removed; and wrote me two-three times by the carrier; and then he found new friends, and I might write till I was tired, he took no notice. Eh, Catriona, it took me a long while to forgive the world. There is not anything more bitter than to lose a fancied friend.โ€

Then she began to question me close upon his looks and character, for we were each a great deal concerned in all that touched the other; till at last, in a very evil hour, I minded of his letters and went and fetched the bundle from the cabin.

โ€œHere are his letters,โ€ said I, โ€œand all the letters that ever I got. That will be the last Iโ€™ll can tell of myself; you know the lave26 as well as I do.โ€

โ€œWill you let me read them, then?โ€ says she.

I told her, if she would be at the pains; and she bade me go away and she would read them from the one end to the other. Now, in this bundle that I gave her, there were packed together not only all the letters of my false friend, but one or two of Mr. Campbellโ€™s when he was in town at the Assembly, and to make a complete roll of all that ever was written to me, Catrionaโ€™s little word, and the two I had received from Miss Grant, one when I was on the Bass and one on board that ship. But of these last I had no particular mind at the moment.

I was in that state of subjection to the thought of my friend that it mattered not what I did, nor scarce whether I was in her presence or out of it; I had caught her like some kind of a noble fever that lived continually in my bosom, by night and by day, and whether I was waking or asleep. So it befell that after I was come into the forepart of the ship where the broad bows splashed into the billows, I was in no such hurry to return as you might fancy; rather prolonged my absence like a variety in pleasure. I do not think I am by nature much of an Epicurean; and there had come till then so small a share of pleasure in my way that I might be excused perhaps to dwell on it unduly.

When I returned to

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