(O, this accursed rheumatism!" he muttered to himself, "I shall never be able to get up unaided!) I love you, incomparable creature--love you to distraction; and as your beauty has inflicted such desperate wounds upon my heart, so I am sure your gentleness will not fail to cure them.
Devotion like mine must meet its reward.

Your answer, divinest creature! and let it be favourable to my hopes, I conjure you!" "I have no other answer to give," replied Aveline, coldly, and with an offended look, "except such as any maiden, thus unwarrantably and unseasonably importuned, would make.

Your addresses are utterly distasteful to me, and I pray you to desist them.

If you have any real wish to oblige me, you will at once free me from your presence." "Your hand, Sir Giles--your hand!" cried the old usurer, raising himself to his feet with difficulty, "So, you are not to be moved by my sufferings--by my prayers, cruel and proud beauty ?" he continued, regarding her with a mortified and spiteful look.

"You are inflexible--eh ?" "Utterly so," she replied.
"Anthony Rocke!" cried Dame Sherborne, "show the gentlemen to the door--and bolt it upon them," she added, in a lower tone.
"Not so fast, Madam--not so fast!" exclaimed Sir Francis.