Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?" Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:—and now I like ye better!


The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson: Kidnapped (ed. 1905)


Alan, cried I, what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow? Deed, and I don't, know said Alan. For just precisely...

Alan, cried I, what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow? Deed, and I don't, know said Alan. For just precisely...

Alan, cried I, what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow? Deed, and I don't, know said Alan. For just precisely...

Alan, cried I, what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow? Deed, and I don't, know said Alan. For just precisely...