But I think you might have that decency as to affect some gratitude.

'Deed, and I thought you knew me better! I have not behaved quite well to you, but that was weakness.

And to think me a coward and such a coward as that--O, my lass, there was a stab for the last of it!" "Davie, how would I guess ?" she cried.

"O, this is a dreadful business! Me and mine,"-- she gave a kind of wretched cry at the word--"me and mine are not fit to speak to you.

O, I could be kneeling down to you in the street, I could be kissing your hands for your forgiveness!" "I will keep the kisses I have got from you already," cried I."I will keep the ones I wanted and that were something worth; I will not be kissed in penitence." "What can you be thinking of this miserable girl ?" says she.
"What I am trying to tell you all this while!" said I, "that you had best leave me alone, whom you can make no more unhappy if you tried, and turn your attention to James More, your father, with whom you are like to have a queer pirn to wind." "O, that I must be going out into the world alone with such a man!" she cried, and seemed to catch herself in with a great effort.