Ah, do not deny it now.

You know, I love you _too_ well to be jealous of you.

Just tell me the honest truth ?' "A crimson glow spread over her husband's face, as, in the same hurried whisper, he replied, 'Dearest Emilia, the likeness is purely accidental.

I pledge to you my solemn word, that he is not my son.' "The poor lady looked doubtingly in his face.

I saw a bitter scornful smile pass over the rigid features of my mother; whilst I, foolish child, was flattered with the presumption that I might possibly be Sir Alexander's son.
"'Do not cry Philip, my darling boy!' said Lady Moncton, holding me close to her breast.