Pshaw! what a fool I have been.

Suppose she had taken me at my word, and accepted me, I wonder how I could have got out of it! There is such a power in her eyes, that as long as I am looking at them she could make me do anything.

I wish she was the heiress, and not Miss Nugent.

Yes; and I shall be too late for dinner.
What will they think?
I vow, I am so giddy I can scarcely walk; and this horrible bleeding won't stop.

I must stuff this bunch of keys down my back, and see what that will do.