A lunatic asylum is the proper place for such as she.

Let Mr.Green send her there, and the sooner the better." The Reverend Cyrus Green looked with grave, suspicious eyes for a moment at the leaden face of the speaker.
"There is wrong and mystery about this," he thought--"a dark mystery of guilt.

This woman is mad, but her wrongs have driven her mad, and you, Sir Jasper Kingsland, are her wronger." "It shall be as you say, Sir Jasper," he said, aloud; "that is, if I find this poor creature has no friends.

Are you aware whether she has any ?" "I tell you I know nothing of her!" the baronet cried, with fierce impatience.

"What should I know of such a wretch as that ?" "More than you dare tell, Sir Jasper Kingsland!" cried a high, ringing voice, as a young woman rushed impetuously into the church and up the aisle.