"That Key!" cried he.
"Yes, the Key of his Algum-wood Casket, which I knew not I had, and which I think he must miss dailie."
He lookt at me with the utmost Impatience. "And is that alle?" he sayd.
"Yes, alle," I sayd trembling.
"And have you nothing more to tell him?" sayd he.
"No—" after a Pause, I replyed. Rose's Countenance fell.
"Then you must ask some one else to write for you, Mrs. Milton," burste forthe Roger Agnew, "unless you choose to write for yourself. I have neither Part nor Lot in it."
I burste forthe into Teares.
—"No, Rose, no," repeated Mr. Agnew, putting aside his Wife, who woulde have interceded for me,—"her Teares have noe Effect on me now—they proceed, not from a contrite Heart, they are the Tears of a Child that cannot brook to be chidden for the Waywardnesse in which it persists."
"You doe me Wrong everie Way," I sayd; "I came to you willing and desirous to doe what you yourselfe woulde, this Morning, have had me doe."