But, Mr.Reilly, I pray you do not think me ungrateful, or insensible, for, indeed, I am neither.
Suffer me to feel what I owe you, and do not blame me if I cannot express it." "If it were not for the value of the life which it is probable I have saved, and if it were not that your happiness was so deeply involved in it," replied Reilly, "I would say that you overrate what I have done this evening.

But I confess I am myself now forced to see the value of my services, and I thank heaven for having made me the humble instrument of saving your father's life, not only for his own sake, Miss Folliard, but for yours.

I now feel a double debt of gratitude to heaven for it." The _Cooleen Bawn_ did not speak, but the tears ran down her cheeks.
"Good-night, sir," she said.

"I am utterly incapable of thanking you as you deserve, and as I ought to thank you.

Good-night!" She extended her small snowy hand to him as she spoke.