! o me? Did you  I tell mama? but first—”

    me: I felt e tyrant, a murderer. I felt a drop or t suffering: tions for time predominated over fear, and I received ic sort. I don’t very  ! Rat!” and bello aloud. Aid ed: I he words—

    “Dear! dear!  a fury to fly at Master John!”

    “Did ever anybody see sucure of passion!”

    then Mrs. Reed subjoined—

    “take o tely laid upon me, and I airs.