ABSTRACT
Margaret had made the most uncalculable sacrifice on the altar of filial duty. But, when that sacrifice was complete, her heart recoiled upon itself. She saw the son of lord Borradale; but that sight was not the appropriate medicine for the disease of her mind. She saw him; but the doing so had the effect of contrast: she could not prevent the image of William, the beloved, the exiled, from recurring to her thoughts.
