I am disposed in every way to subscribe to your wishes.

Pray, speak, speak out.' So the earl said.

He had to force his familiar tone against the rebuke of her grandeur of stature; and he was for inducing her to deliver her mind, that the mountain girl's feebleness in speech might reinstate him.
She rejoined unhesitatingly: 'My brother would not accept aid from you, my lord.

I will take no money more than for my needs.' 'You spoke of certain sums down in Wales.' 'I did then.' Her voice was dead.
'Ah! You must be feeling the cold North-wind here.' 'I do not.

You may feel the cold, my lord.