I can tell you what, though, there's no doubt on my mind that he's trying to get Miss Lucy--they say he's fond of her--but I know for myself she hates and despises him, and don't stop to let him see it." "She will not have him, then, you think ?" "I know she won't if she can help it.

But, poor girl, what can she do?
She's at the mercy, as you may see, of Munro, who is her father's brother; and he don't care a straw for her likes or dislikes.

If he says the word, I reckon she can have nothing to say which will help her out of the difficulty.

I'm sure he won't regard prayers, or tears, or any of her objections." "It's a sad misfortune to be forced into connection with one in whom we may not confide--whom we can have no sympathy with--whom we can not love!" "'Tis so,'squire; and that's just her case, and she hates to see the very face of him, and avoids him whenever she can do so without giving offence to her uncle, who, they say, has threatened her bitterly about the scornful treatment which she shows him.

It's a wonder to me how any person, man or woman, can do otherwise than despise the fellow; for, look you, 'squire, over and above his sulky, sour looks, and his haughty conduct, would you believe it, he won't drink himself, yet he's always for getting other people drunk.