I'll not open to anybody.' She prayed and expostulated in vain; he cared little for their danger, so hardened was he by a selfish fear for himself.

The fire was gaining ground quickly, for a brisk wind had sprung up, and the long-seasoned timber in the old walls burnt like touchwood.

The servant lay insensible on the threshold of the master's chamber; and Miss Anne and Stephen looked out from a front casement upon the gathering crowd, who implored them, with frenzied earnestness, to throw open the door.
'Miss Anne,' cried Stephen, 'you can get through the pantry window; you are little enough.

Oh, be quick, and let me see you safe!' 'I cannot,' she answered: 'not yet! Not till the last moment.

I dare not leave my uncle and that poor girl.