Swear to be sensible and think no longer of the miserables.

I don't believe you're much more than a year older than me.

Life's all before you." "Life?
A very little bit of it, and what a life! Waiting for death.
Shall I tell you what Dr.Mead, the great physician, told my father who asked him to see me?
'That young man hasn't long to live.

I give him a year.

Killed by the Newgate pestilence.' Now, what do you say, Miss Fenton ?" "Don't call me Miss Fenton," cried Lavinia, her voice quivering.