Do you think, Marchdale; and, for Heaven's sake, and for the sake of our own peace, find out some other way of accounting for what has happened, than the hideous one you have suggested." "And yet my pistol bullets hurt him not; he has left the tokens of his presence on the neck of Flora." "Peace, oh! peace.

Do not, I pray you, accumulate reasons why I should receive such a dismal, awful superstition.

Oh, do not, Marchdale, as you love me!" "You know that my attachment to you," said Marchdale, "is sincere; and yet, Heaven help us!" His voice was broken by grief as he spoke, and he turned aside his head to hide the bursting tears that would, despite all his efforts, show themselves in his eyes.
"Marchdale," added Henry, after a pause of some moments' duration, "I will sit up to-night with my sister." "Do--do!" "Think you there is a chance it may come again ?" "I cannot--I dare not speculate upon the coming of so dreadful a visitor, Henry; but I will hold watch with you most willingly." "You will, Marchdale ?" "My hand upon it.

Come what dangers may, I will share them with you, Henry." "A thousand thanks.

Say nothing, then, to George of what we have been talking about.