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Have I not said it is?

Ah! dost thou thus return a brother's love With cold reserve?—O speak to me, my Helen! Speak as a sister should.—Have they insulted thee? Has any wrong—my heart within me burns If I but think upon it.—Answer truly.

What, am I question'd then? Think'st thou to find me Like the spoil'd heiress of some Lowland lord, Peevish and dainty; who, with scorn regarding The ruder home she is by marriage placed in, Still holds herself an alien from its interest, With poor repining, losing every sense Of what she is, in what she has been? No.— I love thee, Lorne; I love my father's house: The meanest cur that round his threshold barks, Is in my memory as some kindred thing: Yet take it not unkindly when I say, The lady of Maclean no grievance hath To tell the Lord of Lorne.

And has the vow,