As for that letter of hers--' it burnt him this time to speak of the letter: 'she may write and write! She's weak, thin, a reed; she--let her be! Say of her when she plays beast--she is absent from Alvan! I can forgive.

The letter's nothing; it means nothing--except "Thou fool, Alvan, to let me go." Yes, that! Her people are acting tyrant with her--as legally they have no right to do in this country, and I shall prove it to them.

When I have gained admission to her--and I soon shall: it can't be refused: I am off to the head of her father's office to-morrow, and I have only to represent the state of affairs to the Minister in my language to obtain his authority to demand admission to her:--then, friend, you will see! I lift my finger, and you will see! At my request she went back to her mother.

I have but to beckon.' He had cooled to the happy assurance of his authority over her, all the giants of his system being well in action, and when that is the case with a big nature it is at rest, or such is the condition of repose granted it in life.
On the morrow he was off to batter at doors which would have expected rather the summons of an armed mob at his heels than the strange cry of the Radical man maltreated by love..