Good-bye, Mr.Thurnall.I must go and pack up my few things now.

You will forgive and forget ?" "Grace!" cried Tom; "stay!" and he girdled her in a grasp of iron.

"You and I never part more in this life, perhaps not in all lives to come!" "Me?
I ?--let me go! I am not worthy of you!" "I have heard that once already;--the only folly which ever came out of those sweet lips.

No! Grace, I love you, as man can love but once; and you shall not refuse me! You will not have the heart, Grace! You will not dare, Grace! For you have begun the work; and you must finish it." "Work?
What work ?" "I don't know," said Tom.

"How should I?
I want you to tell me that." She looked up in his face, puzzled.