"I shall value it highly, and will promise never to part with it.

Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof." "Have you told him so ?" she inquired, reproachfully.

"No; but I shall, before he retires to rest." "Then you _will_ stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he won't part with you.

Oh! thank you--thank you! I'm so happy!" "Stop, Winny!" he answered, gravely; "I haven't promised yet." "But you will,--won't you ?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face.
Unable to withstand this appeal, Thames gave the required promise, adding,--"Oh! Winny, I wish Mr.Wood had been my father, as well as yours." "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been _really_ my brother.
No, I don't, either; because----" "Well, Winny ?" "I don't know what I was going to say," she added, in some confusion; "only I'm sorry you were born a gentleman." "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him.

"But never mind who, or what I am.