The Squire walked away.
'Why, Desmond!' said his father, as the boy emerged into the light, 'your train's punctual for once.

Thank you, Miss Bremerton--that'll do.

Kindly write to those people and say that I am considering the matter.

I needn't keep you any longer....' That night a demon came to Elizabeth and offered her a Faust-like bargain.

Ambition--noble ambition on the one side--an 'elderly lunatic' on the other.