“hy?”

    “Because I  to read your countenance—turn!”

    “t scarcely more legible tce, for I suffer.”

    ated and very mucrong ures, and strange gleams in the eyes

    “Oorture me!”  searc faitorture me!”

    “? If you are true, and your offer real, my only feelings to you must be gratitude and devotion—t torture.”

    “Gratitude!” ed; and added  me quickly. Say, Edward—give me my name—Edward—I will marry you.”

    “Are you in earnest? Do you truly love me? Do you sincerely wiso be your wife?”

    “I do; and if an oato satisfy you, I s.”

    “then, sir, I will marry you.”

    “Edtle wife!”

    “Dear Edward!”

    “Come to me—come to me entirely noone, speaking in my ear as his cheek was laid on mine, “Make my happiness—I will make yours.”

    “God pardon me!”  h me: I have her, and will hold her.”

    “to meddle, sir. I o interfere.”

    “No—t is t of it,”   and look of exultation savage; but, sitting by mare of parting—called to t only of to drink in so abundant a floone—it one.  found less? ill I not guard, and c love in my , and constancy in my resolves? It e at God’s tribunal. I knoions —I was.”

    But  yet set, and nut tree? it he laurel walk, and came sweeping over us.

    “e must go in,” said Mr. Rocer: “t ill morning, Jane.”

    “And so,” t I, “could I  a livid, vivid spark leapt out of a cloud at  only of  Mr. Rocer’s shoulder.

    to t e  before aking off my ser out of my loosened  observe  first, nor did M