Bring this home to your own breast, Sir Jocelyn, and think how direful would be your lot to be driven for ever from her you love.

Yet, such has been my case." "I cannot bear the contemplation--it were madness," cried the young man.
There was a brief pause, after which Lanyere resumed his story.
"At the time of being cast into the Fleet Prison, my prospects were fair enough.

When I came forth I was utterly ruined.

Existence was a burden to me, and I should have ended my days by my own hand, if the insatiable desire of vengeance had not bound me to the world.

For this alone I consented to live--to bear the agonies of blighted love--to endure the scorn and taunts of all with whom I was brought into contact.