Heaven will not permit the continuance of such wickedness as you practise." "I'll take my chance," replied Jonathan, with a sinister smile.

"My schemes have succeeded tolerably well hitherto." "A day of retribution will assuredly arrive," rejoined Mrs.Sheppard.
"Till then, I shall remain content," returned Wild.

"And now, Mrs.
Sheppard, attend to what I'm about to say to you.

Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you." "Loved me! _You_!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire.

I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard.
This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard.