I can be doing very well, Mr.Balfour, without her--or you." "This is your fine gratitude!" says I.
"I am very much obliged to you," said she.

"I will be asking you to take away your--letters." She seemed to choke upon the word, so that it sounded like an oath.
"You shall never ask twice," said I; picked up that bundle, walked a little way forward and cast them as far as possible into the sea.

For a very little more, I could have cast myself after them.
The rest of the day I walked up and down raging.

There were few names so ill but what I gave her them in my own mind before the sun went down.
All that I had ever heard of Highland pride seemed quite outdone; that a girl (scarce grown) should resent so trifling an allusion, and that from her next friend, that she had near wearied me with praising of! I had bitter, sharp, hard thoughts of her, like an angry boy's.

If I had kissed her indeed (I thought), perhaps she would have taken it pretty well; and only because it had been written down, and with a spice of jocularity, up she must fuff in this ridiculous passion.