pirate.”

    “ell, wever I am, remember you are my wife; we were married an nesses.” She giggled, and her colour rose.

    “No,” continued Mr. Rocer, “it is your turn.” And as ty ook ted seats. Miss Ingram placed

    nocors; I no longer ed erest for tain to rise; my attention ators; my eyes, eretracted to t c and y played, ted t I still see tation urn to Miss Ingram, and Miss Ingram to oty curls almost touc ual urns in memory at t.

    I old you, reader, t I  to love Mr. Rocer: I could not unlove  o notice me—because I migurn ion—because I saentions appropriated by a great lady, ouc instantly as from an object too mean to merit observation. I could not unlove  sure y in entions respecting nessed yle of courtso be sougo seek, , in its very carelessness, captivating, and in its very pride, irresistible.

    to cool or banisances, to create despair. Mucoo, you o engender jealousy: if a ion, could presume to be jealous of a  I  jealous: or very rarely;—ture of t be explained by t oo inferior to excite t I say. S s genuine: s attainments; but  barren by nature: notaneously on t soil; no unforced natural fruit deligs fres good; s original: so repeat sounding ped a one of sentiment; but s knoions of sympaty; tenderness and trut in oo often srayed t so a spiteful antipat little Adèle: pusumelious epit if so approacimes ordering reating cations of cer—cure bridegroom, Mr. Rocer ended a ceaseless surveillance; and it y—t, clear consciousness of s— timents toorturing pai