"Alas! is a prison your dwelling ?--a prison guarded by one of the most sordid of men, but not a greater wretch than his employer!" "This house is mine," said Amy--"mine while I choose to inhabit it.

If it is my pleasure to live in seclusion, who shall gainsay me ?" "Your father, maiden," answered Tressilian, "your broken-hearted father, who dispatched me in quest of you with that authority which he cannot exert in person.

Here is his letter, written while he blessed his pain of body which somewhat stunned the agony of his mind." "The pain! Is my father then ill ?" said the lady.
"So ill," answered Tressilian, "that even your utmost haste may not restore him to health; but all shall be instantly prepared for your departure, the instant you yourself will give consent." "Tressilian," answered the lady, "I cannot, I must not, I dare not leave this place.

Go back to my father--tell him I will obtain leave to see him within twelve hours from hence.

Go back, Tressilian--tell him I am well, I am happy--happy could I think he was so; tell him not to fear that I will come, and in such a manner that all the grief Amy has given him shall be forgotten--the poor Amy is now greater than she dare name.
Go, good Tressilian--I have injured thee too, but believe me I have power to heal the wounds I have caused.