God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized--he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis.
"I cannot--dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair.
Jonathan laughed scornfully.
"Leave him to me," he said.

"He shan't trouble you further." "No," replied Sir Rowland, who appeared completely prostrated.

"I will struggle no longer with destiny.

Too much blood has been shed already." "This comes of fine feelings!" muttered Jonathan, contemptuously.

"Give me your thorough-paced villain.