"My life is yours!" "Your life!" exclaimed Hugh Calveley, grasping his arm almost fiercely, while his eye blazed.

"Consider what you offer." "I need not consider," Jocelyn rejoined.

"I repeat my life is yours, if you demand it." "Perhaps I _shall_ demand it," cried Hugh Calveley.

"Ere long, perhaps." "Demand it when you will," Jocelyn said.
"Father!" Aveline interposed, "do not let the young man bind himself by this promise.

Release him, I pray of you." "The promise cannot be recalled, my child," the Puritan replied.