But I must go to him--I must go to him." She ran down the stairs as she spoke, and Lanigan, having looked after her, seemed deeply concerned.
"My God!" he exclaimed, "what will become of that sweet girl if she is forced to marry that wealthy scoundrel?
I declare to my God I hardly think she is this moment in her proper senses.

There's a fire in her eyes; and something in her manner, that I never observed before.

At all events, I have locked the door that opens from the kitchen into the servants' hall, so that they cannot be interrupted from that quarter." When the _Cooleen Bawn_ entered, she shrank back instinctively.
The disguise was so complete that she could not impose even on her imagination or her senses.

The complexion was different, in fact, quite sallow; the beard long, and the costume such as we have described it.
There was, in fact, something extremely ludicrous in the meeting.

Here was an elegant and beautiful young woman of fashion, almost ready, as it were, to throw herself in the arms of a common pauper, with a beard upon him better than half an inch long.