I sympathize with you, indeed I do; for you seem to take his case to heart very much; but I cannot help you.

I _must_ do my duty.

The Foam will be ready for sea in a few days.

In it I shall convey Gascoyne to England." "O Mr.Montague! I do take his case to heart, as you say, and no one on this earth has more cause to do so.

Will it interest you more in Gascoyne, and induce you to use your influence in his favor, if I tell you that--that--_he is my husband_ ?" "Your husband!" cried Montague, springing up, and pacing the apartment with rapid strides.
"Aye," said Mrs.Stuart, mournfully, covering her face with her hands.
"I had hoped that this secret would die with me and him; but in the hope that it may help, ever so little, to save his life, I have revealed it to you." "Believe me, the secret shall be safe in my keeping," said Montague, tenderly, as he sat down again, and drew his chair near to that of Mrs.
Stuart.