I renounce your defiance; if you parley so roughly I'll barricade my gates against you.

Do you see yon bay window?
Storm, I care not, serving the good Duke of Norfolk Merry Devil of Edmonton.
JULIA MANNERING to MATILDA MARCHMONT 'I rise from a sick-bed, my dearest Matilda, to communicate the strange and frightful scenes which have just passed.

Alas! how little we ought to jest with futurity! I closed my letter to you in high spirits, with some flippant remarks on your taste for the romantic and extraordinary in fictitious narrative.

How little I expected to have had such events to record in the course of a few days! And to witness scenes of terror, or to contemplate them in description, is as different, my dearest Matilda, as to bend over the brink of a precipice holding by the frail tenure of a half-rooted shrub, or to admire the same precipice as represented in the landscape of Salvator.

But I will not anticipate my narrative.
'The first part of my story is frightful enough, though it had nothing to interest my feelings.