Neither your supplications nor my rank will have any weight with your father, prejudiced as he is against me.

Fly with me, and I swear to make you mine, without a moment's loss of time.

Will not my plighted word content you ?" "No, my lord, you have broken it already," returned Amabel.

"My father shall know the truth." A dark shade passed over Rochester's countenance, and a singular and most forbidding expression, which Amabel had once before noticed, took possession of it.

His love for her seemed changed to hate, and she tremblingly averted her gaze.