My heir you must be when the life you have darkened ends.

My son is dead to me." There was no anger in the stern, grave face turned toward the unhappy young man.
"I never broke my word," he continued, "and never shall.

You have chosen your own path; take it.

You preferred this Dora to me; go to her.

I told you if you persisted in your folly, I would never look upon your face again, and I never will." "Oh, Rupert!" cried Lady Earle; "be merciful.