Well, then, I will help you to strike the father, if you in return will assist me to destroy the son." "I will assist you," said Arabella, smiling; "for I also hate the haughty Earl of Surrey, who prides himself on his virtue, as if it were a golden fleece which God himself had stuck on his breast.

I hate him; for he never meets me but with proud disregard; and he alone is to blame for his father's faithlessness." "I was present when with tears he besought the duke, our father, to free himself from your fetters, and give up this shameful and disgraceful connection with you," said the young duchess.
Arabella answered nothing.

But she pressed her hands firmly together, and a slight pallor overspread her cheeks.
"And why are you angry with your brother ?" asked the old duchess, thoughtfully.
"Why am I angry with him, do you ask, my mother?
I am not angry with him; but I execrate him, and I have sworn to myself never to rest till I have avenged myself.

My happiness, my heart, and my future, lay in his hands; and he has remorselessly trodden under his haughty feet these--his sister's precious treasures.

It lay with him to make me the wife of the man I love; and he has not done it, though I lay at his feet weeping and wringing my hands." "But it was a great sacrifice that you demanded," said her mother.