I have not left his house.

It is he that has turned me out." "There can, I think, be very little doubt what you should do," said Priscilla, after a pause, during which she had got up from her seat under the thorn bush.
"What should I do ?" asked Mrs.Trevelyan.
"Go back to him." "I will to-morrow if he will write and ask me.

Nay; how could I help myself?
I am his creature, and must go or come as he bids me.

I am here only because he has sent me." "You should write and ask him to take you." "Ask him to forgive me because he has ill-treated me ?" "Never mind about that," said Priscilla, standing over her companion, who was still lying under the bush.

"All that is twopenny-halfpenny pride, which should be thrown to the winds.