"Sweet girl," he said, with involuntary and mechanical compliment, "how well this light becomes you.

How shall I thank you for not forgetting me ?" Alice surrendered her hand to his without a struggle.
"What is your name ?" said he, bending his face down to hers.
"Alice Darvil." "And your terrible father,--_is_ he, in truth, your father ?" "Indeed he is my father and mother too!" "What made you suspect his intention to murder me?
Has he ever attempted the like crime ?" "No; but lately he has often talked of robbery.

He is very poor, sir.
And when I saw his eye, and when afterwards, while your back was turned, he took the key from the door, I felt that--that you were in danger." "Good girl--go on." "I told him so when we went up-stairs.

I did not know what to believe, when he said he would not hurt you; but I stole the key of the front door, which he had thrown on the table, and went to my room.

I listened at my door; I heard him go down the stairs--he stopped there for some time; and I watched him from above.