"Well, she is quite right--I am not fit to black her boots.

Oh, God, I thank Thee that Thou hast saved her life.

I thank Thee--I thank Thee!" he went on, speaking aloud to the wild winds as he made his way along the cliff.

"If she had been dead, I think that I must have died too.

Oh, God, I thank Thee--I thank Thee!" The idea that Owen Davies, Esq., J.P., D.L., of Bryngelly Castle, absolute owner of that rising little watering-place, and of one of the largest and most prosperous slate quarries in Wales, worth in all somewhere between seven and ten thousand a year, was unfit to black her beautiful sister's boots, was not an idea that had struck Elizabeth Granger.