Would you have me fly for ever from those who have been all to me--from those to whom I am all--from my father--from my dear, my old mother! Fy, Mark." "And are you not all to me, Katharine--the one thing for which I would live, and wanting which I care not to live?
Ay, Katharine, fly with me from all--and yet not for ever.

They will follow you, and our end will then be answered.

Unless you do this, they would linger on in this place without an object, even if permitted, which is very doubtful, to hold their ground--enjoying life as a vegetable, and dead before life itself is extinct." "Spare your speech, Mark--on this point you urge me in vain," was the firm response of the maiden.

"Though I feel for you as as I feel for none other, I also feel that I have other ties and other obligations, all inconsistent with the step which you would have me take.

I will not have you speak of it further--on this particular I am immoveable." A shade of mortification clouded the face of Forrester as she uttered these words, and for a moment he was silent.