Farewell!" "No, no," the baronet cried; "not so! Remain and breakfast here.

The morning is but just breaking." "And before yonder sun is above the horizon I will be far away.

No, Sir Jasper Kingsland, I break no bread under your roof.

I have done my work, and depart forever.

Look to your son!" He spoke the last words slowly, with a tigerish glare of hate leaping out of his eyes, with deadly menace in every syllable.