I take it we were seven years old when we first decamped; but I remember, when I lost the pocket-knife with which she was to have cut her hair short, how desperately she tried to tear it out, or bite it off.

I have nothing further to say, sir, except that I hope you will bear with me and make allowance for me.' 'Of that, Mr.Neville, you may be sure,' returned the Minor Canon.

'I don't preach more than I can help, and I will not repay your confidence with a sermon.

But I entreat you to bear in mind, very seriously and steadily, that if I am to do you any good, it can only be with your own assistance; and that you can only render that, efficiently, by seeking aid from Heaven.' 'I will try to do my part, sir.' 'And, Mr.Neville, I will try to do mine.

Here is my hand on it.