My sentence was fully carried out; my features for ever disfigured; and the letters of shame indelibly stamped upon my cheek.

You may read them there now if you will look at me." "You thrill me with horror," said Sir Jocelyn.
"Ay, mine is not a mirthful history, though that fiend in human form, Sir Giles, hath often laughed at it," rejoined the promoter.

"It might make you shudder, and perchance move you to tears, if you could hear it all; but for the present, I shall confine myself to such portions of it as bear upon your own perilous position--and I therefore hold myself out as a lesson to you.

Again, I bid you look upon this ravaged countenance, and say, if by any stretch of fancy you can persuade yourself it was once as comely as your own.

You find it difficult to believe my words--yet such was the fact.