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DAVID BALFOUR 301
*' Will yoa not forgive me that time so much as not
to take it in your mouth again ?" she cried. " There's
is nothing in this heart to you but thanks. But I will
be honest too," she added, with a kind of suddenness,
" and I'll never can forgive that girl."
"Is this Miss Grant again?" said I. "You said
yourself she was the best lady in the world."
"So she wall be, indeed! "says Catriona. "But I
will never forgive her for all that. I will never, never
forgive her, and let me hear tell of her no more."
"Well," said I, "this beats all that ever came to my
knowledge ; and I wonder that you can indulge j^ourself
in such bairnly whims. Here is a young lady that was
the best friend in tlie world to the botli of us, that
learned us how to dress ourselves, and in a great man-
ner how to behave, as anyone can see that knew us both
before and after."
But Catriona stopped square in the midst of the
highway.
"It is this way of it,'' said she. " Either you will go
on to speak of Iier, and I will go back to yon town, and
let come of it what God pleases ! Or else you will do
me that politeness to talk of other things."
I was the most nonplussed person in this world ; but
I bethought me that she depended altogether on my
help, that she was of tlie frail sex and not so much
beyond a child, and it was for me to be wise for the pair
of us.