This girl will have a million pounds.

You and your sister must not be robbed of the recompense of nearly twenty years of tenderness.

Cleave to her, heart to heart, and tell me all.

I will make you both rich!" "Trust me to the death! I understand all now," whispered Justine, her breast heaving in a new and strange emotion, flooding her chilly veins as with a subtle fiery elixir.
"Then go, but, dear one, be here two days from now at the same time.
Should any accident happen, Ram Lal will then come and bear to you my message.

You can trust him.