Take him away," he added, striding up to Charcam.
"Let him remain," interposed Trenchard.
"As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't." But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over.

She can't last long.

I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please." Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms.

For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence.

But, after some restoratives had been administered by Mrs.Norris, she revived a little.
"Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live.
Where is Father Spencer?
I must have absolution.