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Thou hast not rebuked, nor reproached me, / But sadly and silently wept, / And each wound that to try thee I sent thee, / Thou took'st to thy heart to be kept. / C. CAMPBELL.
Six months from the point at which we left our story, a party of / gentlemen, who on their way to the Highland Moors, had stopped in / Edinburgh for the night, strolled together in the public gardens of the / place.