You were ever our friend: we have long discovered our errors with regard to you, and repented of our ingratitude.

After the vile usage you then received at my hands I am almost ashamed to behold your face; yet I hope you'll forgive me, as I was deceived by a base ungenerous wretch, who, under the mask of friendship, has undone me.' 'It is impossible,' replied Mr Burchell, 'that I should forgive you, as you never deserved my resentment.

I partly saw your delusion then, and as it was out of my power to restrain, I could only pity it!' 'It was ever my conjecture,' cried I, 'that your mind was noble; but now I find it so.

But tell me, my dear child, how hast thou been relieved, or who the ruffians were who carried thee away ?' 'Indeed, Sir,' replied she, 'as to the villain who carried me off, I am yet ignorant.

For as my mamma and I were walking out, he came behind us, and almost before I could call for help, forced me into the post-chaise, and in an instant the horses drove away.