Catriona

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So there was the final upshot of my politics! Innocent men have

perished before James, and are like to keep on perishing (in spite

of all our wisdom) till the end of time. And till the end of time

young folk (who are not yet used with the duplicity of life and

men) will struggle as I did, and make heroical resolves, and take

long risks; and the course of events will push them upon the one

side and go on like a marching army. James was hanged; and here

was I dwelling in the house of Prestongrange, and grateful to him

for his fatherly attention. He was hanged; and behold! when I met

Mr. Simon in the causeway, I was fain to pull off my beaver to him

like a good little boy before his dominie. He had been hanged by

fraud and violence, and the world wagged along, and there was not a

pennyweight of difference; and the villains of that horrid plot

were decent, kind, respectable fathers of families, who went to

kirk and took the sacrament!

But I had had my view of that detestable business they call

politics--I had seen it from behind, when it is all bones and

blackness; and I was cured for life of any temptations to take part

in it again. A plain, quiet, private path was that which I was

ambitious to walk in, when I might keep my head out of the way of

dangers and my conscience out of the road of temptation. For, upon

a retrospect, it appeared I had not done so grandly, after all; but

with the greatest possible amount of big speech and preparation,

had accomplished nothing.

The 25th of the same month a ship was advertised to sail from

Leith; and I was suddenly recommended to make up my mails for

Leyden. To Prestongrange I could, of course, say nothing; for I

had already been a long while sorning on his house and table. But

with his daughter I was more open, bewailing my fate that I should

be sent out of the country, and assuring her, unless she should

bring me to farewell with Catriona, I would refuse at the last

hour.

"Have I not given you my advice?" she asked.

"I know you have," said I, "and I know how much I am beholden to

you already, and that I am bidden to obey your orders. But you

must confess you are something too merry a lass at times to lippen

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"I will tell you, then," said she. "Be you on board by nine

o'clock forenoon; the ship does not sail before one; keep your boat

alongside; and if you are not pleased with my farewells when I

shall send them, you can come ashore again and seek Katrine for

yourself."

Since I could make no more of her, I was fain to be content with

this.

The day came round at last when she and I were to separate. We had

been extremely intimate and familiar; I was much in her debt; and

what way we were to part was a thing that put me from my sleep,

like the vails I was to give to the domestic servants. I knew she

considered me too backward, and rather desired to rise in her

opinion on that head. Besides which, after so much affection shown

and (I believe) felt upon both sides, it would have looked cold-

like to be anyways stiff. Accordingly, I got my courage up and my

words ready, and the last chance we were like to be alone, asked

pretty boldly to be allowed to salute her in farewell.

"You forget yourself strangely, Mr. Balfour," said she. "I cannot

call to mind that I have given you any right to presume on our

acquaintancy."

I stood before her like a stopped clock, and knew not what to

think, far less to say, when of a sudden she cast her arms about my

neck and kissed me with the best will in the world.

"You inimitable bairn?" she cried. "Did you think that I would let

us part like strangers? Because I can never keep my gravity at you

five minutes on end, you must not dream I do not love you very

well: I am all love and laughter, every time I cast an eye on you!

And now I will give you an advice to conclude your education, which

you will have need of before it's very long.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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