I take only my freedom.' 'Our boy?
You take the boy ?' 'My child is with my sister Henrietta! 'Where ?' 'We none know yet.' 'You still mistrust me ?' Her eyes were on a man that she had put from her peaceably; and she replied, with sweetness in his ears, with shocks to a sinking heart, 'My lord, you may learn to be a gentle father to the child.

I pray you may.
My brother and I will go.

If it is death for us, I pray my child may have his father, and God directing his father.' Her speech had the clang of the final.
'Yes, I hope--if it be the worst happening, I pray, too,' said he, and drooped and brightened desperately: 'But you, too, Carinthia, you could aid by staying, by being with the boy and me.

Carinthia!' he clasped her name, the vapour left to him of her: 'I have learnt learnt what I am, what you are; I have to climb a height to win back the wife I threw away.

She was unknown to me; I to myself nearly as much.