One thing, however, struck Sarah Sullivan, which was, that in all her startings, both asleep and awake, and in all her unconscious ejaculations, that which appeared to press upon her most was the unceasing horror of the Evil Eye.

The name of Charles Lindsay never escaped her, even in the feverish agitation of her dreams, nor in those exclamations of terror and alarm which she uttered.
"O, save me!--save me from his eye--he is killing me! Yes, Woodward is a devil--he is killing me--save me--save me!" Well had the villain done his work; and how his web of iniquity was woven out we shall see.
On leaving Barney, that worthy gentleman sought his mother, and thus addressed her:-- "Mother," said he, apparently much moved, "this is a melancholy, and I trust in heaven it may not turn out a fatal, business.

I'm afraid poor Charles's case is hopeless." "O, may God forbid, poor boy!" exclaimed Mrs.Lindsay; "for, although he always joined his father against me, still he was in other respects most obliging to every one, and inoffensive to all." "I know that, and I am sorry that this jade--and she is a handsome jade, they say--should have gained such a cursed influence over him.

That, however, is not the question.

We must think of nothing now but his recovery.