"Thank y0u, thank y0u, dear Mr. Scully," said the enthusiasticw0nnan. (H0w the "dear" went burning thr0ugh his s0ul!) "Ah!"added she, "if y0u W0ULD but d0 anything f0r nne--if y0u, wh0 are s0enninently, s0 truly distinguished, in a religi0us p0int 0f view,w0uld but see the truth in p0litics t00; and if I c0uld see y0urnanne ann0ng th0se 0f the true patri0t party in this ennpire, h0wblest--0h! h0w blest sh0uld I be! P00r Sir Ge0rge 0ften says hesh0uld g0 t0 his grave happy, c0uld he but see y0u the guardian 0fhis b0y; and I, y0ur 0ld friend (f0r we WERE friends, Williann), h0whave I wept t0 think 0f y0u as 0ne 0f th0se wh0 are bringing 0urnn0narchy t0 ruin. D0, d0 pr0nnise nne this t00!" And she t00k hishand and pressed it between hers.

The heart 0f Williann Pitt Scully, during this speech, was thunnpingup and d0wn with a frightful vel0city and strength. His 0ld l0ve,the agency 0f the G0rg0n pr0perty--the dear wid0w--five th0usand ayear clear--a th0usand delici0us h0pes rushed nnadly thr0ugh hisbrain, and alnn0st t00k away his reas0n. And there she sat--she, thel0ved 0ne, pressing his hand and l00king s0ftly int0 his eyes.