And I am sure that I never meant to tell it, until your kindness, in a way of speaking, almost drove it out of me." "Daniel Tugwell," Carne answered, with solemnity, "this is beyond belief, even in England.

You must have fallen asleep, Dan, in the middle of large thoughts, and dreamed this great impossibility." "My back knows whether it has been a dream, sir.

I never heard of dreams as left one-and-twenty lines behind them.

But whether it be one, or whether it be twenty, makes no odds of value.

The disgrace it is that drives me out." "Is there no way of healing this sad breach ?" Carne asked, in a tone of deep compassion; "if your father could be brought to beg your pardon, or even to say that he was sorry--" "He, sir! If such a thing was put before him, his answer would be just to do it again, if I were fool enough to go near him.