The same feeling existed as to her sister, the Duchess, though in a greatly lessened degree." "Poor, sweet Agnes!--and it is on account of this accidental resemblance, that you have determined to make the daughter of a drunken sailing-master your heiress ?" "Not altogether so; the will was drawn before I was conscious that the likeness existed.

Still, it has probably, unknown to myself, greatly disposed me to view her with favour.

But, Gervaise, Agnes herself was not fairer in person, or more lovely in mind, than this very Mildred Dutton." "Well, you have not been accustomed to regard _her_ as a sister; and _she_ has become marriageable, without there having been any opportunity for your regarding her as so peculiarly sacred, Dick!" returned Sir Gervaise, half suppressing a smile as he threw a quiet glance at his friend.
"You know this to be idle, Oakes.

Some one must inherit my money; my brother is long since dead; even poor, poor Agnes is gone; her sister don't need it; Bluewater is an over-rich bachelor, already; _you_ won't take it, and what better can I do with it?
If you could have seen the cruel manner in which the spirits of both mother and daughter were crushed to the earth last night, by that beast of a husband and father, you would have felt a desire to relieve their misery, even though it had cost you Bowldero, and half your money in the funds." "Umph! Bowldero has been in my family five centuries, and is likely to remain there, Master Bluewater, five more; unless, indeed, your dashing Pretender should succeed, and take it away by confiscation." "There, again, was another inducement.

Should I leave my cash to a rich person, and should chance put me on the wrong side in this struggle, the king, _de facto_, would get it all; whereas, even a German would not have the heart to rob a poor creature like Mildred of her support." "The _Scotch_ are notorious for bowels, in such matters! Well, have it your own way, Dick.