The old man will be wroth with her for having trusted a stranger with such a treasure.

This Trevethick must be an ingenious fellow, and a long-sighted one, no doubt.

It was he who applied to Parson Whymper for a lease of the old mine, if I remember right.

Perhaps the chaplain may help me to get it him, for I owe him something for his daughter's sake.

The idea of his having such a daughter! What rubbish is this we artists talk of birth and beauty! Neither in life nor on canvas have I ever seen one so fair as this girl." He meditated for a moment, then cried out, angrily: "Heaven curse me, if I harm her! What an ungrateful villain should I be! If there be a Gehenna, and but one man in it, I should deserve to be that man!" Then he began to climb the rock.