It is not a 'merry Christmas' to you or to me; and I think we are both done with merry Christmases." "Father!" The tone in which this word was uttered was almost a cry of pain.
"It is even so, my child--even so," replied Mr.Delancy, in a voice of irrepressible sadness.

"You have left your husband a second time.
It is not every man who would forgive the first offence; not one in twenty who would pardon the second.

You are in great peril, Irene.
This storm that you have conjured up may drive you to hopeless shipwreck.

You need not expect Hartley to-day.

He will not come.