Arthur Myrvin is no fit companion for his son." "His poor, poor father!" murmured Ellen, dropping her work, and looking sorrowfully, yet inquiringly, in her uncle's face.
"But are they facts, Arthur--are they proved?
for that there is unjust prejudice against him in the village, I am pretty certain." "They are so far proved, that, by applying them to him, a mystery in the village is cleared up, and also his violent haste to quit our neighbourhood.

You remember Mary Brookes ?" "That poor girl who died, it was said, of such a rapid decline?
Perfectly well." "It was not a decline, my dear Emmeline; would that it had been.

She was beautiful, innocent, in conversation and manner far above her station.
There are many to say she loved, and believed, in the fond trust of devotion, all that the tempter said.

She was worthy to be his wife, and she became his victim.

His visits to her old grandmother's cottage I myself know were frequent.