Ah! real woman again." "Sooner than keep that promise, father, now, I would willingly let the last dhrop of blood out o' my heart--my unhappy heart--Father, you're provin' yourself to be what I can't name.

Listen to me--you're on the brink o' destruction.

Stop in time, an' fly, for there's a fate over you.

I dremt since I lay down--not more than a couple of hours ago--that I saw the Tobacco Box you were lookin' for, in the hands of--" "Don't bother or vex me with your d--d nonsense about dhrames," he replied, in a loud and excited voice.

"The curse o' Heaven on all dhrames, an' every stuff o' the kind.