This accounts for a fancy that has fairly haunted me throughout the day; for, from the instant my eye fell on Miss Mildred, it struck me that the face, and most of all, its expression, was familiar to me.

Certainly it is not a countenance, once seen, easily to be forgotten." "Mildred was then but a child, sir, and your recollection must have been a fancy, indeed, as children of her age seldom make any lasting impression on the mind, particularly in the way of features." "It is not the features that I recognize, but the expression; and that, I need not tell the young lady's mother, is an expression not so very easily forgotten.

I dare say Mr.Wychecombe is ready enough to vouch for the truth of what I say." "Hark!" exclaimed Mrs.Dutton, who was sensitively alive to any indication of the progress of the debauch.

"There is great confusion in the dining-room!--I hope the gentlemen are of one mind as respects this rising in Scotland!" "If there is a Jacobite among them, he will have a warm time of it; with Sir Wycherly, his nephew, and the vicar--all three of whom are raging lions, in the way of loyalty.

There does, indeed, seem something out of the way, for those sounds, I should think, are the feet of servants, running to and fro.