I tremble to know what you have to say." "Yet it is not very terrible, Mr.Lyster.Your sister is my dearest friend, and she tells me that you are thinking of going abroad.

She is very miserable over it.

She fancies she should never see you again.

I promised her that I would persuade you to stay." His face flushed--his eyes flashed--he bent over her.
"See what little white hands yours are," he said; "yet they hold a life--a strong man's life.

If you bade me stay, I would remain though death were the penalty.