Sir George violently thrust her away from John's side, but she, still upon her knees, grasped her father's hand and cried out in agony:-- "Father, let me remain with him.

If you have ever felt love for me, and if my love for you has ever touched one tender spot in your heart, pity me now and leave this man with me, or let me go with him.

I beg you, father; I plead; I implore.

He may be dying.

We know not.