She bent her head a little lower, as if listening more intently.
"May I see you before I go ?" Hope was silent.

Dr.Livingstone relates that when the lion had struck him with his paw, upon a certain occasion, he lay in a kind of paralysis, of which he would have been cured in a moment more by being devoured.
"Hope," said Mrs.Simcoe, "the horses will be brought up.

We had better walk home.

Here, my dear!" "I can only see you at home," Hope said, in a low voice, as she rose.
"Then we part here forever," he replied.

"I am sorry." Still there was no reproach; it was only a deep sadness which softened that musical voice.
"Forever!" he repeated slowly, with low, remorseless music.
Hope Wayne trembled, but he did not see it.
"I am sorry, too," she said, in a hurried whisper, as she moved slowly toward Mrs.Simcoe.Abel Newt was disappointed.
"Good-by forever, Miss Wayne!" he said.