Your family has lived with mine for over a hundred years under this roof, and here I find you deep in some dark plot against me." "No, no, sir; no, not against you!" It was a woman's voice, and Mrs.
Barrymore, paler and more horror-struck than her husband, was standing at the door.

Her bulky figure in a shawl and skirt might have been comic were it not for the intensity of feeling upon her face.
"We have to go, Eliza.

This is the end of it.

You can pack our things," said the butler.
"Oh, John, John, have I brought you to this?
It is my doing, Sir Henry--all mine.

He has done nothing except for my sake and because I asked him." "Speak out, then! What does it mean ?" "My unhappy brother is starving on the moor.