"Do not say that.

Oh, take me to him! I will save his life." "You must be very calm," said the nurse; for it was with her she was talking.

"The least excitement may be fatal." "Oh, I will be calm and prudent." Yet, even while she spoke, her frame quivered with excitement.
But she controlled herself when the moment of meeting came, and, though her unexpected appearance produced a shock, it was salutary rather than injurious.
"My dear, dear Agnes!" said Edward Marvel, a month from this time, as they sat alone in the chamber of a pleasant house in New York, "I owe you my life.

But for your prompt resolution to follow me across the sea, I would, in all probability, now be sleeping the sleep of death.

Oh, what would I not suffer for your sake!" As Marvel uttered the last sentence, a troubled expression flitted over his countenance.