He can't help owning it to you.

And then you shall go to Lot, and when you ask him for your sake, that you may marry Burr, if he knows Burr has told you, and does not care about me, he will speak.

He will be sure to speak for you.

Come!" Dorothy raised herself on one elbow and stared at Madelon, her yellow hair falling about her fair startled face.

"Where ?" said she.
"With me to New Salem." "To New Salem ?" "Yes, to New Salem--to see Burr." "But I am ill, and the doctor has bid me stay in bed.