But there's something sad in the thought that none of those that were born on the land have left chick or child to inherit it." Uncle Joseph fell for a while into a pensive reverie, and I thought of that other inheritance, well-nigh fifty times the value of Newhall farm, which is now waiting for a claimant.

And again I asked myself, Could it be possible that this sweet girl, whose changeful face had saddened with those old memories, whose innocent heart knew not one sordid desire--could it be indeed she whose fair hand was to wrest the Haygarthian gold from the grip of Crown lawyers?
The sight of that old Bible seemed to have revived Mr.Mercer's memory of his first wife with unwonted freshness.
"She was a sweet young creature," he said; "the living picture of our Lottie, and sometimes I fancy it must have been that which made me take to Lottie when she was a little one.

I used to see my first wife's eyes looking up at me out of Lottie's eyes.

I told Tom it was a comfort to me to have the little lass with me, and that's how they let her come over so often from Hyley.

Poor old Tom used to bring her over in his Whitechapel cart, and leave her behind him for a week or so at a stretch.