YOUR father will never forgive me for MY father.

You won't fail me now.

Think of the long parting if you send me away alone on such a voyage.

Pluck up your courage, and we'll let Townleys and MacNairs whistle their mouldy feuds down the wind while we sail southward in The Fair Lady.

I have a plan.' "'Let me hear it,' said Ursula, beginning to get back her breath.
"'There is to be a dance at The Springs Friday night.