"I won't deny what you know, Bryan," she replied; "and unless he----" "Well, dear, don't fret; he and I will have a talk about it; but, come what may, Dora, in this neglected and unfortunate country I will not stay.

Here, now, is a notice to quit my farm, that I have improved at an expense of seven or eight hundred pounds, an' its now goin' to be taken out of my hands, and every penny I expended on it goes into the pocket of the landlord or agent, or both, and I'm to be driven out of house and home without a single farthing of compensation for the buildings and other improvements that I made on that farm." "It's a hard and cruel case," said Dora; "an there can be no doubt but that the landlord and Fethertonge are both a pair of great rogues.

Can't you challenge them, an' fight them ?" "Why, what a soldier you are, Dora!" replied her brother, smiling; "but you don't know that their situation in life and mine puts that entirely out o' the question.

If a landlord was to be called upon to fight every tenant he neglects, or is unjust to, he would have a busy time of it.
No, no, Dora dear, my mind's made up.

We will lave the country.