But you can not he'p this gentleman and myse'f to any ground of common understanding." "I am so sorry," sighed Ailsa, resting her folded hands on her work and gazing through the open window.
Celia continued to sew without glancing up.

Presently she said: "I reckon I'll have to tell you something about Colonel Arran after all.

I've meant to for some time past.

Because--because my silence condemns him utterly; and that is not altogether just." She bent lower over her work; her needle travelled more slowly as she went on speaking: "In my country, when a gentleman considers himse'f aggrieved, he asks fo' that satisfaction which is due to a man of his quality.

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