And yet if I go away they will say things just as cruel and untrue." But he went away before day-dawn next morning.

Charlotte came down-stairs, and served his coffee; but Mrs.Sandal was watching the squire, who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Charlotte wept much, and said little; and Harry felt at that hour as if he were being very badly treated.

He could scarcely swallow; and the intense silence of the house made every slight noise, every low word, so distinct and remarkable, that he felt the constraint to be really painful.
"Well," he said, rising in haste, "I may as well go without a kind word.
I am not to have one, apparently." "Who is here to speak it?
Can father?
or mother?
or I?
But you have that woman." "Good-by, Charley." She bit her lips, and wrung her hands; and moaning like some wounded creature lifted her face, and kissed him.
"Good-by.

Fare you well, poor Harry." A little purse was in his hand when she took her hand away; a netted silk one that he had watched the making of, and there was the glimmer of gold pieces through it.