Would to Heaven it were extinguished!' 'What was extinguished ?' she murmured.
'The De Stancys.

Here am I, a homeless wanderer, living on my pay; in the next room lies she, my sister, a poor little fragile feverish invalid with no social position--and hardly a friend.

We two represent the De Stancy line; and I wish we were behind the iron door of our old vault at Sleeping-Green.

It can be seen by looking at us and our circumstances that we cry for the earth and oblivion!' 'Captain De Stancy, it is not like that, I assure you,' sympathized Paula with damp eyelashes.

'I love Charlotte too dearly for you to talk like that, indeed.