She was still sobbing in vehement and unrestrained passion, when Darvil re-entered.

"What, not dressed yet ?" he exclaimed, in a voice of impatient rage; "hark ye, this won't do.

If in two minutes you are not ready, I'll send up John Walters to help you; and he is a rough hand, I can tell you." This threat recalled Alice, to herself.

"I will do as you wish," said she meekly.
"Well, then, be quick," said Darvil; "they are now putting the horse to.

And mark me, girl, your father is running away from the gallows, and that thought does not make a man stand upon scruples.