Every moment that the mischief is left to itself, it does but make bad worse; and I am determined to save you out of hand." The angry expostulations of Mr.Tyrrel suggested new ideas to the tender mind of Miss Melville.

He had never confessed the emotions of his soul so explicitly before; but the tempest of his thoughts suffered him to be no longer master of himself.

She saw with astonishment that he was the irreconcilable foe of Mr.Falkland, whom she had fondly imagined it was the same thing to know and admire; and that he harboured a deep and rooted resentment against herself.

She recoiled, without well knowing why, before the ferocious passions of her kinsman, and was convinced that she had nothing to hope from his implacable temper.

But her alarm was the prelude of firmness, and not of cowardice.
"No, sir," replied she, "indeed I will not be driven any way that you happen to like.