Dr.Grey, I quit your house, shaking the dust off my feet: see that it does not rise up in judgment against you.

Maria--my poor Maria--your own brother may forsake you, but I never will.

We go away together--tomorrow." "Not tomorrow," said Dr.Grey.

"Your tenants have only just left, and we must have the cottage made comfortable for you.

Let me see, this is the 8th; suppose we settle that you leave on the 20th of June.