At last, thought cleared itself a little, and, with a more distinct self-consciousness, were restored individuality and strength.

She raised herself, moved back a little, and looked up into the face of Mr.Dexter.The aspect of her own was not just what the young man had expected to see.

He did not look upon a countenance blushing in sweet confusion; nor into eyes radiant with loving glances; but upon a pale face, and eyes whose meanings were a mystery.

Slowly, yet persistently, did she withdraw her hand from his clasp, while slowly her form arose, until it gained an erect position.
"You have taken me off my guard, Mr.Dexter," she said, a tremor running through her voice.
"Say not a word, Jessie! say not a word! I am only too happy to have taken your heart captive.

You are none the less my own, whether the means were force or stratagem." "Speak not too confidently, sir.