He loves me; it would break his heart if I wrote as Mr.Buxton wishes, cutting our lives asunder, and giving no reason for it." "He loves you so!" said Edward, tauntingly.

"A man's love break his heart! You've got some pretty notions! Who told you that he loved you so desperately?
How do you know it ?" "Because I love him so," said she, in a quiet, earnest voice.

"I do not know of any other reason; but that is quite sufficient to me.

I believe him when he says he loves me; and I have no right to cause him the infinite--the terrible pain, which my own heart tells me he would feel, if I did what Mr.Buxton wishes me." Her manner was so simple and utterly truthful, that it was as quiet and fearless as a child's; her brother's fierce looks of anger had no power over her; and his blustering died away before her into something of the frightened cowardliness he had shown in the morning.

But Mrs.Browne came up to Maggie; and took her hand between both of hers, which were trembling.
"Maggie, you can save Edward.