I have been so wretched, dear, lest you should think me false to you.

The tyrants now make sure of me.

You must watch this house, both night and day, if you wish to save me.

There is nothing they would shrink from; if my poor grandfather--oh, I cannot bear to think of myself, when I ought to think of him only; dying without a son to tend him, or a daughter to shed a tear.' 'But surely he has sons enough; and a deal too many,' I was going to say, but stopped myself in time: 'why do none of them come to him ?' 'I know not.

I cannot tell.