Her father sits up in his chair, and after looking sadly at her for a moment, then sinks back with a sigh, as though he would wish to go to sleep again and wake no more.
The maid, bringing in candles, met the new comer at the door, and, carrying in the lights before him, announced-- "Mr.George Hawker." I remember his face indistinctly as it was then.

I remember it far better as it was twenty years after.

Yet I must try to recall it for you as well as I can, for we shall have much to do with this man before the end.

As the light from the candles fell upon his figure while he stood in the doorway, any man or woman who saw it would have exclaimed immediately, "What a handsome fellow!" and with justice; for if perfectly regular features, splendid red and brown complexion, faultless white teeth, and the finest head of curling black hair I ever saw, could make him handsome, handsome he was without doubt.

And yet the more you looked at him the less you liked him, and the more inclined you felt to pick a quarrel with him.