And it is all that I can do to hide my tears, and to command my voice, when it is necessary for me to reply to their congratulations.

Dearest, dearest sister, you alone are now left to me.
Whom have I on earth but thee?
But for you, in the midst of all these successes, I should wish that I were lying by poor Hyde Villiers.

But I cannot go on.

I am wanted to waste an address to the electors; and I shall lay it on Sadler pretty heavily.

By what strange fascination is it that ambition and resentment exercise such power over minds which ought to be superior to them?
I despise myself for feeling so bitterly towards this fellow as I do.