H the cliff, so that a ship can scar

Not learned from you; I
do not say it to reproach you, dear--what it was that had so long
detained you at Gethin. He mentioned, in coarsest terms, your love for
Harry, and how you had misrepresented yourself to
Trevethick as the heir of Crompton in order
to win her. He
expressed a callous indifference to your present peril, and added
something more

in menace than in warning respecting that affair with Chandos which
caused you to leave his roof. Since it seemed you had made no secret
of the matter to Mr. Weasel, I showed him Carew's note; and his
opinion is that Trevethick has spies at work to track your

past. This may or may not injure

you. Mr. Weasel thinks that it will not; but it shows the rancor with
which this case is pressed by Trevethick--a malice which we are
altogether at a loss to understand." Richard ground his heel upon the
stone without reply, while his mother looked at him in gravest sorrow.
"Your time is almost up, ma'am," said the warder; "there's only a
minute more." "You told her how much depended on her, mother, did
you?" said Richard,

rousing himself in the effort. "Yes, dear. She will not fail us, never
fear. Keep heart and hope; and as for me, you will be sure that not a
moment of my waking thoughts is wasted upon aught but you. I shall see
you again, once more at least, before your--before the trial comes on;
and

Mr. Weasel will be here next week again. Is there any thing, my own
dear boy, that I can do for you?" "One
moment, mother. Carew has not punished _you_ on my account, I trust?
He has

not cut off--" "The annuity?

Yes; he has stopped that." "May he rot on earth, and perish
everlastingly!" "Hush, hush, dear; pray be calm; there is no need to
fret. I can support myself without
his aid; indeed I can; and perhaps he may relent when he

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