I thought Mr.Verner might in some way have taken up the notion.

Evil tales, which have no human foundation, are sometimes palmed upon credulous ears for fact, and do their work." "Were it as you suggest, my uncle would have spoken to me, had it been only to reproach," said Lionel.

"It is a mystery, certainly, as you observe; but that is nothing to this mystery of the disappearance of the codicil----" "I am going, Lionel," interrupted Jan, putting his head round the room door.
"I must go, too," said Lionel, starting from the sideboard against which he had been leaning.

"My mother must hear of this business from no one but me." Verner's Pride emptied itself of its mourners, who betook themselves their respective ways.

Lionel, taking the long crape from his hat, and leaving on its deep mourning band alone, walked with a quick step through the village.