"Why, haven't you the sense to see that it is serious this time, and my patience is exhausted, and that our engagement is broken off, and I never mean to see you again--except when you come to my wedding ?" "Your wedding!" cried Percy, turning pale.

"With whom ?" "That's my business; you leave that to me, sir.

Hold out your hand--both hands; here is the ancestral bracelet--it shall pinch me no longer, neither my wrist nor my heart; here's the brooch you gave me--I won't be pinned to it any longer, nor to you neither; and there is your bunch of charms; and there is your bundle of love-letters--stupid ones they are;" and she crammed all the aforesaid treasures into his hands one after the other.

So this was what she went to her room for.
Percy looked down on his handful ruefully.

"My very letters! There was no jealousy in them; they were full of earnest love." "Fuller of bad spelling," said the relentless girl.