Every penny he could righteously claim was paid to him, and on the title deeds of the ancient place he had no longer the shadow of a claim.

The Squire looked ten years younger as he affectionately laid both hands on the redeemed parchments, and Mostyn with enforced politeness congratulated him on their integrity and then made a hurried retreat.

Of its own kind this disappointment was as great as the loss of Dora.

He could think of neither without a sense of immeasurable and disastrous failure.

One petty satisfaction regarding the payment of the mortgage was his only com-fort.