would have stood by her to the last, had she lived; but she never would appear penitent and humble. I thought her wanting in feeling. She braved every one; and did so many things that. . . ." "She is dead," said Lord Avondale, greatly agitated. "Oh, by the affection you profess for me, spare her memory." "You loved her then even." "I loved her better than any thing in life."
Sir Richard wept bitterly. "My dear boy, take care of yourself," he said. "Let me hear from you." "You shall hear of me," said Lord Avondale. The admiral then took his leave; and Lord Avondale returned into Calantha's apartment. The nurse followed. Affected at seeing his little girl, he prest her to his heart, and desired she might immediately be sent to Allenwater. Then ordering every one from the room, he turned to look for the last time upon Calantha. There was not the faintest tint of colour on her pale transparent
