It might seem to him as if we had a wish to secure the young heir; and he, accustomed as he is to easy conquests, might perhaps laugh at what he would call your weakness and my long-headedness.

The very thought calls up all my pride." "Brother," cried Sabine, with burning cheeks, "do not forget that I am your sister.

I am a merchant's daughter, and he would never belong entirely to our class.

I am as proud as you, and have always had the conviction that not all the love in the world could ever fill the gulf between us.

Trust me," continued she, with tears; "you shall see no more sad looks.