Martha Dence took me to Raby Hall, and her name was a passport.

When I got to the door, I felt as if something pulled me, and said, 'It's an enemy's house; don't go in.' I wish I had obeyed the warning; but I did not.
"Well, I have seen your portrait.

It is lovely, it surpasses any woman I ever saw.

And it must have been your image, for it is very like you now, only in the bloom of your youth.
"And now, dear mother, having done something for you, quite against my own judgment, and my feelings too, please do something for me.

Promise me never to mention Mr.Raby's name to me again, by letter, or by word of mouth either.