There's a dignified and equal thing; a beautiful thing! But we've no security for its lasting.

Now that they've begun to favour these here Papists, I shouldn't wonder if they went and altered even THAT, one of these days.

Upon my soul, I shouldn't.' The subject, perhaps from being of too exclusive and professional a nature, failed to interest Hugh as much as his friend had anticipated.
But he had no time to pursue it, for at this crisis Mr Tappertit entered precipitately; at sight of whom Dolly uttered a scream of joy, and fairly threw herself into his arms.
'I knew it, I was sure of it!' cried Dolly.

'My dear father's at the door.

Thank God, thank God! Bless you, Sim.