"Visit your displeasure on my head.

I carried her off and would have wedded her." "What motive had you for this strange conduct ?" asked Bloundel, incredulously.
Before Leonard could answer, Pillichody stepped forward, and said to the grocer, "Mr.Bloundel, you are deceived--on the faith of a soldier you are." "Peace, fool!" said Rochester, "I will not be outdone in generosity by an apprentice.

Leonard Holt speaks the truth." "If so," replied Bloundel, "he shall never enter my house again.

Send for your indentures to-night," he continued sharply, to Leonard, "but never venture to approach me more." "Father, you are mistaken," cried Amabel.

"Leonard Holt is not to blame.
I alone deserve your displeasure." "Be silent!" whispered the apprentice; "you destroy yourself.