Catriona

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For a very little more I could have cast myself after them.

The rest of the day I walked up and down raging. There were few

names so ill but what I gave her them in my own mind before the sun

went down. All that I had ever heard of Highland pride seemed

quite outdone; that a girl (scarce grown) should resent so trifling

an allusion, and that from her next friend, that she had near

wearied me with praising of! I had bitter, sharp, hard thoughts of

her, like an angry boy's. If I had kissed her indeed (I thought),

perhaps she would have taken it pretty well; and only because it

had been written down, and with a spice of jocularity, up she must

fuff in this ridiculous passion. It seemed to me there was a want

of penetration in the female sex, to make angels weep over the case

of the poor men.

We were side by side again at supper, and what a change was there!

She was like curdled milk to me; her face was like a wooden doll's;

I could have indifferently smitten her or grovelled at her feet,

but she gave me not the least occasion to do either. No sooner the

meal done than she betook herself to attend on Mrs. Gebbie, which I

think she had a little neglected heretofore. But she was to make

up for lost time, and in what remained of the passage was

extraordinary assiduous with the old lady, and on deck began to

make a great deal more than I thought wise of Captain Sang. Not

but what the Captain seemed a worthy, fatherly man; but I hated to

behold her in the least familiarity with anyone except myself.

Altogether, she was so quick to avoid me, and so constant to keep

herself surrounded with others, that I must watch a long while

before I could find my opportunity; and after it was found, I made

not much of it, as you are now to hear.

"I have no guess how I have offended," said I; "it should scarce be

beyond pardon, then. O, try if you can pardon me."

"I have no pardon to give," said she; and the words seemed to come

out of her throat like marbles. "I will be very much obliged for

all your friendships." And she made me an eighth part of a

curtsey.

But I had schooled myself beforehand to say more, and I was going

to say it too.

"There is one thing," said I. "If I have shocked your

particularity by the showing of that letter, it cannot touch Miss

Grant. She wrote not to you, but to a poor, common, ordinary lad,

who might have had more sense than show it. If you are to blame

me--"

"I will advise you to say no more about that girl, at all events!"

said Catriona. "It is her I will never look the road of, not if

she lay dying." She turned away from me, and suddenly back. "Will

you swear you will have no more to deal with her?" she cried.

"Indeed, and I will never be so unjust then," said I; "nor yet so

ungrateful."

And now it was I that turned away.

CHAPTER XXII--HELVOETSLUYS

The weather in the end considerably worsened; the wind sang in the

shrouds, the sea swelled higher, and the ship began to labour and

cry out among the billows. The song of the leadsman in the chains

was now scarce ceasing, for we thrid all the way among shoals.

About nine in the morning, in a burst of wintry sun between two

squalls of hail, I had my first look of Holland--a line of

windmills birling in the breeze. It was besides my first knowledge

of these daft-like contrivances, which gave me a near sense of

foreign travel and a new world and life. We came to an anchor

about half-past eleven, outside the harbour of Helvoetsluys, in a

place where the sea sometimes broke and the ship pitched

outrageously. You may be sure we were all on deck save Mrs.

Gebbie, some of us in cloaks, others mantled in the ship's

tarpaulins, all clinging on by ropes, and jesting the most like old

sailor-folk that we could imitate.

Presently a boat, that was backed like a partancrab, came gingerly

alongside, and the skipper of it hailed our master in the Dutch.

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