Her face, always remarkable for its want of color, was now startling to contemplate, in its blank, bloodless pallor.

But the light in her large gray eyes was bright and steady as ever; and her voice, though low in tone, was clear and resolute in accent as she addressed the lawyer in these terms: "I understood you to say, Mr.Pendril, that my father's brother had sent his written orders to London, and that you had a copy.

Have you preserved it ?" "Certainly." "Have you got it about you ?" "I have." "May I see it ?" Mr.Pendril hesitated, and looked uneasily from Magdalen to Miss Garth, and from Miss Garth back again to Magdalen.
"Pray oblige me by not pressing your request," he said.

"It is surely enough that you know the result of the instructions.

Why should you agitate yourself to no purpose by reading them?
They are expressed so cruelly; they show such abominable want of feeling, that I really cannot prevail upon myself to let you see them." "I am sensible of your kindness, Mr.Pendril, in wishing to spare me pain.