I'll take the three hundred pounds.

And now, my lady, what do you mean to do about her?
She wants to see you." "See me!" An expression of horror swept over my lady's face.

"Not for ten thousand worlds!" "Well, now, I call that hard," said Mr.Parmalee.

"I don't care what she's done or what she's been, it's hard! She's sorry now, and no one can be more than that.

I take an interest in that unfortunate party, my lady; and if you knew how she hankers after a sight of you--how poor and ill and heart-broken she is--how she longs to hear you say once, 'I forgive you,' before she dies--well, you wouldn't be so hard." "Stop--stop!" Lady Kingsland exclaimed.
She turned away, leaning against a tree, her face more ghastly than the face of a dead woman.
Mr.Parmalee watched her.