, with a
harsh abruptness. "I know that that is what you are thinking of."

"Yes," I reply, gravely, without looking at him, "it is!--what has?"

"I have come to bid you all good-by," he answers, in a low, quick voice,
with his eyes bent on the ground; "you know"--raising them, and
beginning to laugh hoarsely--"if--if-- had gone right--you would
have been my nearest relation by now."

I wordnetfear.

"Yes," say I, "I know."

"I am going away," he goes on, raising his voice to a louder tone of
reckless , "_where?_--God knows!--_I_ do not, and do not 
either!--going away for good!--I am going to let the abbey."

"To _let_ it!"

"You are _glad_!" he cries in a tone of passionate and sombre
, while his great eyes, lifted, flash a miserable 
into mine; "I _knew_ you would be! I have not given you much 
very often, have I?"--(still with that same harsh