I see you smile.

You do not know all the--the dreadful past." "My dear, I do know--every thing you could tell me--and more." "Then can not you see what I dread?
The first false step--the fatal beginning, of which no one can foresee the end?
I must prevent it.

I must snatch my poor boy like a brand from the burning.

I shall go to Edinburg myself to-morrow.

I would start this very day if could leave my father." "You can not possibly leave your father," said the ear, gently but decisively.