May God deal with you, as you deal with my orphan child!" "Amen!" Solemnly Sir Everard Kingsland pronounced his own condemnation with the word.

Awfully came back the memory of that adjuration in the terrible days to come.
"She is very young," said Captain Hunsden, after a pause--"too young to marry.

You must wait a year." "A year!" Sir Everard repeated the word in consternation, as if it had been a century.
"Yes," said the captain, firmly.

"A year is not too long, and she will only be eighteen then.

Let her return to her old _pension_ in Paris.
She sadly needs the help of a finishing school, my poor little girl! My will is made.