I don't believe he is sick--dying--do you ?" he asked, looking into her face, as though he did not anticipate an affirmative answer.
"No, father, I don't think he is really ill; I imagine it is another subterfuge to extract money.

Don't distress yourself unnecessarily; perhaps I may have some influence with him--I had before, you know!" "Yes, yes, dear, you managed him very well that time--very well," said he, stroking down her hair affectionately.

"I--I--my child, I could never have told you of that dreadful secret; but when I found that you knew it all, my heart experienced a sensible relief.

It was a selfish pleasure, I know; yet it eased me to share my secret; the burden is not half so heavy now." "Father, would not your mind be easier still, if you could be persuaded to make restitution to his children?
This wealth is valueless to us both.

You can never ask forgiveness for the sin whilst you cling thus tenaciously to its fruits." "Tut, tut--no more of that!" said he, impatiently; "I cannot do it without betraying myself.