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342 DAVID BALFOUR
that will be always dear to me. And as for a friend, you
have one here that would die for you."
" I am thanking you," said she.
We stood awhile silent, and my sorrow for myself be-
gan to get the upper hand ; for hei*e were all my dreams
come to a sad tumble, and my love lost, and myself alone
again in the world as at the beginning.
" Well," said I, '' we shall be friends always, that's a
certain thing. But this is a kind of a farewell too : it's
a kind of a farewell after all ; I shall always keu Miss
Drummond, but this is a farewell to my Catriona."
I looked at lier ; I could hardly say I saw her, but she
seemed to grow great and brighten in my eyes ; and with
that I suppose I must have lost my head, for I called out
her name again and made a step at her with my hands
reached forth.
She shrank back like a person struck, her face flamed ;
but the blood sprang no faster up into her cheeks, than
what it flowed back upon my own lieart, at sight of it,
witli penitence and concern. I found no words to ex-
cuse myself, but bowed before her very deep, and went
my ways out of the house with death in ray bosom.
I think it was about five days that followed without
any cliange. I saw her scarce ever but at meals, and
then of course in the company of James More. If we
were alone even for a moment, I made it my devoir to
behave the more distantly and to multiply respectful at-
tentions, having always in my mind's eye that picture of
that will be always dear to me. And as for a friend, you
have one here that would die for you."
" I am thanking you," said she.
We stood awhile silent, and my sorrow for myself be-
gan to get the upper hand ; for hei*e were all my dreams
come to a sad tumble, and my love lost, and myself alone
again in the world as at the beginning.
" Well," said I, '' we shall be friends always, that's a
certain thing. But this is a kind of a farewell too : it's
a kind of a farewell after all ; I shall always keu Miss
Drummond, but this is a farewell to my Catriona."
I looked at lier ; I could hardly say I saw her, but she
seemed to grow great and brighten in my eyes ; and with
that I suppose I must have lost my head, for I called out
her name again and made a step at her with my hands
reached forth.
She shrank back like a person struck, her face flamed ;
but the blood sprang no faster up into her cheeks, than
what it flowed back upon my own lieart, at sight of it,
witli penitence and concern. I found no words to ex-
cuse myself, but bowed before her very deep, and went
my ways out of the house with death in ray bosom.
I think it was about five days that followed without
any cliange. I saw her scarce ever but at meals, and
then of course in the company of James More. If we
were alone even for a moment, I made it my devoir to
behave the more distantly and to multiply respectful at-
tentions, having always in my mind's eye that picture of
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Written and printed matter > Books |
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Dates / events: |
1893 [Date published] Scotland History 18th century, 1701-1800 [Date/event in text] |
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North and Central America >
United States >
New York state >
New York
(county) [Place published] |
Subject / content: |
Adventure stories |
Person / organisation: |
Charles Scribner's Sons [Publisher] Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
Person / organisation: |
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
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