These are the terms he proposes, Mrs.Peckover, and I can most solemnly assure you on my honor as a clergyman and a gentleman, that he will hold sacred the strict performance of all and each of these conditions, exactly as I have stated them." "I ought to let her go, sir--I know I ought to show how grateful I am for Mr.Blyth's generosity by letting her go--but how can I, after all the long time she's been like my own child to me?
Oh, ma'am, say a word for me!--I seem so selfish for not giving her up--say a word for me!" "Will you let me say a word for little Mary, instead ?" rejoined Mrs.
Joyce.

"Will you let me remind you that Mr.Blyth's proposal offers her a secure protection against that inhuman wretch who has ill-used her already, and who may often ill-use her again, in spite of everything you can do to prevent him.

Pray think of that, Mrs.Peckover--pray do!" Poor Mrs.Peckover showed that she thought of it bitterly enough, by a fresh burst of tears.
The rector poured out a glass of water, and gave it to her.

"Do not think us inconsiderate or unfeeling," he said, "in pressing Mr.Blyth's offer on you so perseveringly.

Only reflect on Mary's position, if she remains in the circus as she grows up! Would all your watchful kindness be sufficient to shield her against dangers to which I hardly dare allude ?--against wickedness which would take advantage of her defenselessness, her innocence, and even her misfortune?
Consider all that Mr.Blyth's proposal promises for her future life; for the sacred preservation of her purity of heart and mind.