"I would not like to tell you what she said, I find you vain enough already." "God reward her for it!" cried I.
"With Mr.David Balfour, I suppose ?" says she.
"You do me too much injustice at the last!" I cried.

"I would tremble to think of her in such hard hands.

Do you think I would presume, because she begged my life?
She would do that for a new whelped puppy! I have had more than that to set me up, if you but ken'd.

She kissed that hand of mine.

Ay, but she did.