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_ BOOK I CHAPTER III "You knew--none so well, of my daughter's flight."
A young man bounded over a stile into the road just opposite to the milestone, that declared him to be one mile from ------. "Thank Heaven!" he said, almost aloud. "After spending the night wandering about morasses like a will-o'-the-wisp, I approach a town at last. Thank Heaven again, and for all its mercies this night! I breathe freely. I AM SAFE." He walked on somewhat rapidly; he passed a slow waggon---he passed a group of mechanics--he passed a drove of sheep, and now he saw walking leisurely before him a single figure. It was a girl, in a worn and humble dress, who seemed to seek her weary way with pain and languor. He was about also to pass her, when he heard a low cry. He turned, and beheld in the wayfarer his preserver of the previous night. "Heavens! is it indeed you? Can I believe my eyes?" "I was coming to seek you, sir," said the girl, faintly. "I too have escaped; I shall never go back to father; I have no roof to cover my head now." "Poor child! but how is this? Did they ill use you for releasing me?" "Father knocked me down, and beat me again when he came back; but that is not all," she added, in a very low tone. "What else?" The girl grew red and white by turns. She set her teeth rigidly, stopped short, and then walking on quicker than before, replied: "It don't matter; I will never go back--I'm alone now. What, what shall I do?" and she wrung her hands. The traveller's pity was deeply moved. "My good girl," said he, earnestly, "you have saved my life, and I am not ungrateful. Here" (and he placed some gold in her hand), "get yourself a lodging, food and rest; you look as if you wanted them; and see me again this evening when it is dark and we can talk unobserved." The girl took the money passively, and looked up in his face while he spoke; the look was so unsuspecting, and the whole countenance was so beautifully modest and virgin-like, that had any evil passion prompted the traveller's last words, it must have fled scared and abashed as he met the gaze. "My poor girl," said he, embarrassed, and after a short pause; "you are very young, and very, very pretty. In this town you will be exposed to many temptations: take care where you lodge; you have, no doubt, friends here?" "Friends?--what are friends?" answered Alice. "Have you no relations?--no _mother's kin_?" "None." "Do you know where to ask shelter?" "No, sir; for I can't go where father goes, lest he should find me out." "Well, then, seek some quiet inn, and meet me this evening just here, half a mile from the town, at seven. I will try and think of something for you in the meanwhile. But you seem tired, you walk with pain; perhaps it will fatigue you to come--I mean, you had rather perhaps rest another day." "Oh no, no! it will do me good to see you again, sir." The young man's eyes met hers, and hers were not withdrawn; their soft blue was suffused with tears--they penetrated his soul. He turned away hastily, and saw that they were already the subject of curious observation to the various passengers that overtook them. "Don't forget!" he whispered, and strode on with a pace that soon brought him to the town. He inquired for the principal hotel--entered it with an air that bespoke that nameless consciousness of superiority which belongs to those accustomed to purchase welcome wherever welcome is bought and sold--and before a blazing fire and no unsubstantial breakfast, forgot all the terrors of the past night, or rather felt rejoiced to think he had added a new and strange hazard to the catalogue of adventures already experienced by Ernest Maltravers. _ |
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