And so in the end my father, James More, came to be cast in prison, and you know the rest of it as well as me." "And through all you had no friends ?" said I.
"No," said she; "I have been pretty chief with two-three lasses on the braes, but not to call it friends." "Well, mine is a plain tale," said I."I never had a friend to my name till I met in with you." "And that brave Mr.Stewart ?" she asked.
"O, yes, I was forgetting him," I said.

"But he is a man, and that is very different." "I would think so," said she.

"O, yes, it is quite different." "And then there was one other," said I."I once thought I had a friend, but it proved a disappointment." She asked me who she was?
"It was a he, then," said I."We were the two best lads at my father's school, and we thought we loved each other dearly.

Well, the time came when he went to Glasgow to a merchant's house, that was his second cousin once removed; and wrote me two-three times by the carrier; and then he found new friends, and I might write till I was tired, he took no notice.

Eh, Catriona, it took me a long while to forgive the world.
There is not anything more bitter than to lose a fancied friend." Then she began to question me close upon his looks and character, for we were each a great deal concerned in all that touched the other; till at last, in a very evil hour, I minded of his letters and went and fetched the bundle from the cabin.
"Here are his letters," said I, "and all the letters that ever I got.
That will be the last I'll can tell of myself; you know the lave[26] as well as I do." "Will you let me read them, then ?" says she.
I told her, _if she would be at the pains_; and she bade me go away and she would read them from the one end to the other.