I am Bawn Devereux, Lord St.Leger's granddaughter.

We are not so churlish." He lifted his hat again.
"Lord St.Leger's popularity is well known," he said.

"It has always been a friendly and generous race.

Yet I think I should have been turned out of the woods." "Do not say so," I implored him, in a passion of vexation.

"My grandfather would love you because of what you have done for the dog.