Catriona

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She had seen me leap with very little appearance (however much

reality) of hesitation; to be sure, she was not to be beat by her

discarded friend. Up she stood on the bulwarks and held by a stay,

the wind blowing in her petticoats, which made the enterprise more

dangerous, and gave us rather more of a view of her stockings than

would be thought genteel in cities. There was no minute lost, and

scarce time given for any to interfere if they had wished the same.

I stood up on the other side and spread my arms; the ship swung

down on us, the patroon humoured his boat nearer in than was

perhaps wholly safe, and Catriona leaped into the air. I was so

happy as to catch her, and the fishers readily supporting us,

escaped a fall. She held to me a moment very tight, breathing

quick and deep; thence (she still clinging to me with both hands)

we were passed aft to our places by the steersman; and Captain Sang

and all the crew and passengers cheering and crying farewell, the

boat was put about for shore.

As soon as Catriona came a little to herself she unhanded me

suddenly, but said no word. No more did I; and indeed the

whistling of the wind and the breaching of the sprays made it no

time for speech; and our crew not only toiled excessively but made

extremely little way, so that the Rose had got her anchor and was

off again before we had approached the harbour mouth.

We were no sooner in smooth water than the patroon, according to

their beastly Hollands custom, stopped his boat and required of us

our fares. Two guilders was the man's demand--between three and

four shillings English money--for each passenger. But at this

Catriona began to cry out with a vast deal of agitation. She had

asked of Captain Sang, she said, and the fare was but an English

shilling. "Do you think I will have come on board and not ask

first?" cries she. The patroon scolded back upon her in a lingo

where the oaths were English and the rest right Hollands; till at

last (seeing her near tears) I privately slipped in the rogue's

hand six shillings, whereupon he was obliging enough to receive

from her the other shilling without more complaint. No doubt I was

a good deal nettled and ashamed. I like to see folk thrifty, but

not with so much passion; and I daresay it would be rather coldly

that I asked her, as the boat moved on again for shore, where it

was that she was trysted with her father.

"He is to be inquired of at the house of one Sprott, an honest

Scotch merchant," says she; and then with the same breath, "I am

wishing to thank you very much--you are a brave friend to me."

"It will be time enough when I get you to your father," said I,

little thinking that I spoke so true. "I can tell him a fine tale

of a loyal daughter."

"O, I do not think I will be a loyal girl, at all events," she

cried, with a great deal of painfulness in the expression. "I do

not think my heart is true."

"Yet there are very few that would have made that leap, and all to

obey a father's orders," I observed.

"I cannot have you to be thinking of me so," she cried again.

"When you had done that same, how would I stop behind? And at all

events that was not all the reasons." Whereupon, with a burning

face, she told me the plain truth upon her poverty.

"Good guide us!" cried I, "what kind of daft-like proceeding is

this, to let yourself be launched on the continent of Europe with

an empty purse--I count it hardly decent--scant decent!" I cried.

"You forget James More, my father, is a poor gentleman," said she.

"He is a hunted exile."

"But I think not all your friends are hunted exiles," I exclaimed.

"And was this fair to them that care for you? Was it fair to me?

was it fair to Miss Grant that counselled you to go, and would be

driven fair horn-mad if she could hear of it? Was it even fair to

these Gregory folk that you were living with, and used you

lovingly? It's a blessing you have fallen in my hands! Suppose

your father hindered by an accident, what would become of you here,

and you your lee-lone in a strange place? The thought of the thing

frightens me," I said.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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