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"When I offered to draw with him," said I.

"You offered to draw upon James More!" she cried.

"And I did so," said I, "and found him backward enough, or how

would we be here?"

"There is a meaning upon this," said she. "What is it you are

meaning?"

"He was to make you take me," I replied, "and I would not have it.

I said you should be free, and I must speak with you alone; little

I supposed it would be such a speaking! 'AND WHAT IF I REFUSE?'

said he.--'THEN IT MUST COME TO THE THROAT-CUTTING,' says I, 'FOR I

WILL NO MORE HAVE A HUSBAND FORCED ON THAT YOUNG LADY, THAN WHAT I

WOULD HAVE A WIFE FORCED UPON MYSELF.' These were my words, they

were a friend's words; bonnily have I paid for them! Now you have

refused me of your own clear free will, and there lives no father

in the Highlands, or out of them, that can force on this marriage.

I will see that your wishes are respected; I will make the same my

business, as I have all through. But I think you might have that

decency as to affect some gratitude. 'Deed, and I thought you knew

me better! I have not behaved quite well to you, but that was

weakness. And to think me a coward, and such a coward as that--O,

my lass, there was a stab for the last of it!"

"Davie, how would I guess?" she cried. "O, this is a dreadful

business! Me and mine,"--she gave a kind of a wretched cry at the

word--"me and mine are not fit to speak to you. O, I could be

kneeling down to you in the street, I could be kissing your hands

for forgiveness!"

"I will keep the kisses I have got from you already," cried I. "I

will keep the ones I wanted and that were something worth; I will

not be kissed in penitence."

"What can you be thinking of this miserable girl?" says she.

"What I am trying to tell you all this while!" said I, "that you

had best leave me alone, whom you can make no more unhappy if you

tried, and turn your attention to James More, your father, with

whom you are like to have a queer pirn to wind."

"O, that I must be going out into the world alone with such a man!"

she cried, and seemed to catch herself in with a great effort.

"But trouble yourself no more for that," said she. "He does not

know what kind of nature is in my heart. He will pay me dear for

this day of it; dear, dear, will he pay."

She turned, and began to go home and I to accompany her. At which

she stopped.

"I will be going alone," she said. "It is alone I must be seeing

him."

Some little time I raged about the streets, and told myself I was

the worst used lad in Christendom. Anger choked me; it was all

very well for me to breathe deep; it seemed there was not air

enough about Leyden to supply me, and I thought I would have burst

like a man at the bottom of the sea. I stopped and laughed at

myself at a street corner a minute together, laughing out loud, so

that a passenger looked at me, which brought me to myself.

"Well," I thought, "I have been a gull and a ninny and a soft Tommy

long enough. Time it was done. Here is a good lesson to have

nothing to do with that accursed sex, that was the ruin of the man

in the beginning and will be so to the end. God knows I was happy

enough before ever I saw her; God knows I can be happy enough again

when I have seen the last of her."

That seemed to me the chief affair: to see them go. I dwelled

upon the idea fiercely; and presently slipped on, in a kind of

malevolence, to consider how very poorly they were likely to fare

when Davie Balfour was no longer by to be their milk-cow; at which,

to my very own great surprise, the disposition of my mind turned

bottom up. I was still angry; I still hated her; and yet I thought

I owed it to myself that she should suffer nothing.

This carried me home again at once, where I found the mails drawn

out and ready fastened by the door, and the father and daughter

with every mark upon them of a recent disagreement.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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