I was brought into the world to be driven mad by girls.

Oh dear, I wish they were all boys, and we might send them to Eton and wash our hands of them.

Well, I must leave crying, and prepare for telling him." She went into his study, and at first could not see him; but he was there--a heap of black clothes lay on the hearthrug, and Miss Thornton running up, saw that it was her brother, speechless, senseless, clasping a letter in his hand.
She saw that the worst was come, and nerved herself for work, like a valiant soul as she was.

She got him carried to his bed by the two sturdy maids, and sent an express for Dr.Mulhaus, and another for the professional surgeon.

Then she took from her pocket the letter which she had found in the poor Vicar's hand, and, going to the window, read as follows: "When you get this, father, I shall be many miles away.