And you must come, adding to my torture, and striving to tear from me that for which I bartered conscience, peace, soul, everything that would make life desirable.

If there is mercy in you, leave me with what I give you, and come back no more.

Life has so little to offer, that rather than bear this continued torment and apprehension I daily suffer, I will cut my throat, and then _your_ game is over." Lizzie Stevens stood rooted to the spot whilst her father made the confession that was wrung from him by the agony of the moment.
"Well, well!" said McCloskey, somewhat startled and alarmed at Stevens's threat of self-destruction--"well, I'll come down a thousand--make it four." "That I'll do," answered the old man, tremblingly; and reaching over, he drew towards him the cheque-book.

After writing the order for the sum, he was placing it in the hand of McCloskey, when, hearing a faint moan, he looked towards the door, and saw his daughter fall fainting to the ground..