Excerpt from For Love and Life, Vol. 1 of 2<br><br>I cannot accept it from you, said old Mrs. Murray, who was the grandmother of both. She spoke with a little vehemence, with a glimmering of tears in the worn old eyes, which were still so bright and full of vital force. She was recovering from an illness, and thus the tears came more easily than usual. Of all that call kin with me, Edgar, my bonnie lad, you are the last that should sacrifice your living to keep up my auld and weary life. I canna do it. It's pride, nothing but pride, that makes me loth to go awaymloth, loth to eat other folk's bread. But wherefore should I be proud? What should an old woman like me desire better than a chair at my aim daughter's chimney-corner, and a share of what she has, poor woman? I say to myself it's her man's bread I will eat, and no hers; but Robert Campbell will be kind - enough. He'll no grudge me my morsel. When a woman has been a man's faithful wife for thirty years, surely, surely she has a right to the gear she has helped to make. And I'll no be that useless when I'm weel; there's many a thing about a house that an old woman can do. Na, na, it's nothing but pride.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.