Oh, how I miss her now! Go and pray, and let no one else know what we suffer.

Be your father's daughter.

Fight and pray." Poor Bella had no longer to complain that she was not commanded.

She kissed him, and burst into a great passion of weeping; but he led her to the door, and she tottered to her own room, a blighted girl.
The sight of her was harrowing.

Under its influence the admiral dashed off a letter to Sir Charles, calling him a villain, and inviting him to go to France and let an indignant father write scoundrel on his carcass.
But when he had written this his good sense and dignity prevailed over his fury; he burned the letter, and wrote another.