I don't think I shall be a long-lived man.

But never mind, I'll live as long as I can; and, while I do live, I'll work for you, and against that villain." "Charles," cried Lady Bassett, "I implore you to turn your thoughts away from that man, and to give up these idle schemes.

Were you to die I should soon follow you; so pray do not shorten your life by these angry passions, or you will shorten mine." This appeal acted powerfully on Sir Charles, and he left off suddenly with flushed cheeks and tried to compose himself.
But his words had now raised a corresponding fury on the other side of that boundary wall.

Richard Bassett, stung with rage, and, unlike his high-bred cousin, accustomed to mix cunning even with his fury, gave him a terrible blow--a very _coup de Jarnac._ He spoke _at_ him; he ran forward to the nurse, and said very loud: "Let me see the little darling.

He does you credit.