Her Cheek seemed to droop against his arm.

He felt her tottering.
'Let me sit down,' she said; and after one moment of dizzy silence he guided her to a rock, sinking down himself beside her, longing, but not daring, to shelter her under his broad Inverness cloak against the storm.
'I told you,' she said, almost whispering, 'that I was bound, tied to others.' 'I do not admit your plea,' he said passionately; 'no, not for a moment.
For two days have I been tramping over the mountains thinking it out for yourself and me.

Catherine, your mother has no son, she would find one in me.

I have no sisters--give me yours.

I will cherish them as any brother could.