"
"I can neither blame her, nor will; neither can I properly justify my
vote, I grant; it was surely very wrong or she wouldn't feel it as she
does. Indeed. I think I oughtn't to have voted at all."
"I differ with you there, Bryan," replied Dora, with animation, "I would
rather, ten times over, vote wrongly, than not vote from cowardice.
It's a mane, skulkin', shabby thing, to be afeard to vote when one has a
vote--it's unmanly."
"I know it is; and it was that very thought that made me vote. I felt
that it would look both mane and cowardly not to vote, and accordingly
I did vote."
"Ay, and you did right," replied his spirited sister, "and I don't care
who opposes you, I'll support you for it, through thick and thin."
"And I suppose you may say through right and wrong, too?"
"Ay, would I," she replied; "eh?--what am I sayin?--throth, I'm a little
madcap, I think. No, I won't support you through right and wrong--it's
only when you're right you may depend on me."
They had now been more than an hour strolling about the fields, when
Bryan, who did not feel himself quite so strong as he imagined he was,
proposed to return to his father's, where, by the way, he had been
conveyed from the chapel on the Sunday when he had been so severely
maltreated.
They accordingly did so, for he felt himself weak, and unable to prolong
his walk to any greater distance.
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