I have made up my
mind that all shall be over between us."
"Promise me you will not once speak to her again."
"I don't like to do that: it might happen to be awkward. But I
promise to do my best to avoid her."
Donald was not quite satisfied, but thought it best to leave the
thing so. The youth seemed entirely in earnest.
For a time he remained in doubt whether he should mention the thing
to Eppy's grandparents. He reflected that their influence with her
did not seem very great, and if she were vexed by anything they
said, it might destroy what little they had. Then it would make
them unhappy, and he could not bear to think of it. He made up his
mind that he would not mention it, but, in the hope she would now
change her way, leave the past to be forgotten. He had no sooner
thus resolved, however, than he grew uncomfortable, and was
unsatisfied with the decision. All would not be right between his
friend and him! Andrew Comin would have something against him! He
could no longer meet him as before, for he would be hiding something
from him, and he would have a right to reproach him! Then his
inward eyes grew clear. He said to himself, "What a man has a right
to know, another has no right to conceal from him. If sorrow belong
to him, I have as little right to keep that from him as joy. His
sorrows and his joys are part of a man's inheritance.
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