But for James More, my father, I have this much to say: he lay shackled in a prison; he is a plain honest soldier and a plain Highland gentleman; what they would be after, he never would be guessing; but if he had understood it was to be some prejudice to a young gentleman like yourself, he would have died first.
And for the sake of all your friendships, I will be asking you to pardon my father and family for that same mistake." "Catriona," said I, "what that mistake was I do not care to know.

I know but the one thing, that you went to Prestongrange and begged my life upon your knees.

O, I ken well it was for your father that you went, but when you were there you pleaded for me also.

It is a thing I cannot speak of.

There are two things I cannot think of in to myself; and the one is your good words when you called yourself my little friend, and the other that you pleaded for my life.