"Trust me, mother, I will be as steady as those ancestors of mine who bore torture without flinching." Mrs.Costello bent down and kissed her child's forehead.
"Yours is a better heroism, Lucia; for mental pain is harder to bear than physical, and you would suffer to save me." "We suffer together, mamma.

I must take my share.

To-morrow I shall go, as usual, to Mr.Leigh's, and bring back all I can learn.

But he will wonder to see me, and still more if he hears that we are not going away." "You must simply tell him our journey is put off.

He will ask no questions, and only think I am very dilatory and changeable.