“Never,” said eet once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed s good  do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crus eye: consider te,  of it, defying me, ern triumpever I do s cage, I cannot get at it—tiful creature! If I tear, if I rend t prison, my outrage  tive loose. Conqueror I mig te o s clay d is you, spirit—ue and purity—t I : not alone your brittle frame. Of yourself you could come  fligle against my , if you  your he grasp like an essence—you will vanish ere I inhale your fragrance. Oh! come, Jane, come!”

    As c me. to resist tic strain: only an idiot,  elude ired to the door.

    “You are going, Jane?”

    “I am going, sir.”

    “You are leaving me?”

    “Yes.”

    “You  come? You  be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my ic prayer, are all noto you?”

    unutterable pat o reiterate firmly, “I am going.”

    “Jane!”

    “Mr. Rocer!”

    “it; but remember, you leave me o your o a glance on my sufferings—think of me.”

    urned away; rong sob.

    I , reader, I erminedly as I reated. I knelt down by urned o me; I kissed h my hand.

    “God bless you, my dear master!” I said. “God keep you from  you, solace you—re kindness to me.”

    “Little Jane’s love , my  is broken. But Jane will give me her love: yes—nobly, generously.”

    Up to  ; but I evaded t once quitted the room.

    “Fare as I left him. Despair added, “Farewell for ever!”

    t nig to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as I lay doransported in t