"Say no more." "Nay, upon such a theme I could speak for ever.

You may cast me off, Flora; but until you tell me you love another, I am yours till the death, and then with a sanguine hope at my heart that we shall meet again, never, dearest, to part." Flora sobbed bitterly.
"Oh!" she said, "this is the unkindest blow of all--this is worse than all." "Unkind!" echoed Holland.
"Heed her not," said Henry; "she means not you." "Oh, no--no!" she cried.

"Farewell, Charles--dear Charles." "Oh, say that word again!" he exclaimed, with animation.

"It is the first time such music has met my ears." "It must be the last." "No, no--oh, no." "For your own sake I shall be able now, Charles, to show you that I really loved you." "Not by casting me from you ?" "Yes, even so.

That will be the way to show you that I love you." She held up her hands wildly, as she added, in an excited voice,-- "The curse of destiny is upon me! I am singled out as one lost and accursed.