You do not know,' she added, suddenly, 'to what uses it may be applied; into what hands it may pass.

I do, and I renounce it.' 'Surely,' said Mr Haredale, 'its uses rest with you.' 'They did.

They rest with me no longer.

It may be--it IS--devoted to purposes that mock the dead in their graves.

It never can prosper with me.