Do not dismiss me thus, or my death will lie at your door." "I should be sorry for that," she replied; "but, inexperienced as I am, I feel this is not the language of real regard, but of furious passion." A dark shade passed over Wyvil's handsome features, and the almost feminine beauty by which they were characterized gave place to a fierce and forbidding expression.

Controlling himself by a powerful effort, he replied, with forced calmness, "Amabel, you know not what it is to love.
I will not stir hence till I have seen your father." "We will see that, sir," exclaimed Mrs.Bloundel, angrily.

"What, ho! son Stephen! Leonard Holt! I say.

This gentleman _will_ stay here, whether I like or not.

Show him forth." "That I will, right willingly," replied the apprentice, rushing before the younger Bloundel, and flourishing his formidable cudgel.