Bring me a prayerbook.

If your book oath can bind you down against ever----" He could proceed no further.

On uttering the last words, his daughter tottered, and would have fallen to the ground, had not Donnel Dhu caught her in his arms.

She had, in fact, become almost insensible from excess of shame and over excitement, and, as Donnel carried her towards a bed that was in the corner of the room, her head lay over against his face.
It is unnecessary to say that Sullivan's indignation was immediately lost in alarm.

On bringing the candle near her, the first thing they observed were streaks of blood upon Donnel Dhu's face, that gave to it, in connection with the mark of the blow he had received, a frightful and hideous expression.
"What is this ?" exclaimed her mother, seizing the candle and holding it to the beautiful features of her trembling daughter, which were now also dabbled with blood.