She was so lost to all womanly honor and delicacy, my whole soul revolted against her.
"Not another word, Coralie.

I would not take Crown Anstey from you if the alternative were death!" "That is very decisive," she replied, with the mocking smile I dreaded.
"We shall see." "You will keep your word to me ?" I cried, hastily.

"You will say nothing to Clare?
She will soon be well.

I could not bear to have any obstacles thrown in the way of her recovery.

When I leave her, my friends will make some arrangements to spare her the shock of knowing why--at least, for a time." "I shall respect your wishes, Edgar.