Look up! Do you not think I will be admiring you like a great hero of the good--and you a boy not much older than myself?
And because you said a word too much in a friend's ear, that would die ere she betrayed you--to make such a matter! It is one thing that we must both forget." "Catriona," said I, looking at her, hang-dog, "is this true of it?
Would ye trust me yet ?" "Will you not believe the tears upon my face ?" she cried.

"It is the world I am thinking of you, Mr.David Balfour.

Let them hang you; I will never forget, I will grow old and still remember you.

I think it is great to die so; I will envy you that gallows." "And maybe all this while I am but a child frighted with bogles," said I."Maybe they but make a mock of me." "It is what I must know," she said.

"I must hear the whole.