Uncle has spent so many, many years in economizing and restoring the fortune of the House of Harlow, and now it will all go to--Edwin Harlow.

I am sorry to trouble you with this bad news, when you have so much anxiety of your own." "Listen, dearest--I must--shut--the mill--tomorrow--some time." "O John!" "There is no more cotton to be got--and if there was, I have not the money to buy it.

Would you like to go to London and see your uncle and aunt?
A change might do you good." "Do you think I would leave you alone in your sorrow?
No, no, John! The only place for me is here at your side.

I should be miserable anywhere else." John was much moved at this proof of her affection, but he did not say so.

He clasped her hand a little tighter, drew her closer to his side, and kissed her, but the subject dropped between them into a silence filled with emotion.