"I have done you wrong, and entreat your pardon." "O, talk not thus!" cried Jocelyn, springing towards him.

"I have nothing to forgive, but much to be forgiven." "You have a noble heart, Jocelyn," rejoined Hugh Calveley; "and in that respect resemble your father.

In his name, I conjure you to listen to me.

You will not refuse my dying request.

I have a sacred trust to commit to you." "Name it!" cried the young man; "and rest assured it shall be fulfilled." "Give me some wine," gasped the Puritan, faintly.