"Insolent!" she exclaimed, as she cast her eyes over it.

"I can scarcely contain my indignation.

But let him cross my path again, and he shall find whether I cannot resent such shameful usage." "What does he say, dear mother ?" asked Amabel.
"You shall hear," replied Mrs.Bloundel, "though I blush to repeat his words: 'Amabel, you are mine.

No one shall keep you from me.

Love like mine will triumph over all obstacles!'-- Love like his, forsooth!" she remarked; "let him keep such stuff as that for Mistress Mallet, or his other mistresses.