Let me in." "Not now, Aunt Grace.

I want to be alone," was answered, in the same altered voice.
"Mercy on us!" sighed Aunt Grace, as she turned, disappointed and troubled, from the door of her niece's chamber.

"What is coming over the house?
and what ails the child?
That dreadful Mr.Lyon is at the bottom of all this.

Oh! I wish the ship that brought him over had sunk in the middle of the ocean.

I knew he would bring trouble, the moment my eyes rested upon him; and it is here quicker than I expected." Fanny, oh entering her room, had fallen, half-fainting, across her bed.