"They think not that I followed them to the spot--that, weak as I am,
God has given me strength to witness against them. I feel ill, very
ill," she continued, putting her hand to her head. "But if I could only
reach the Lodge, and inform Captain Whitmore, or Miss Juliet, it might
be the means of saving his life. At all events, I will try."
As she passed the gold that glittered in the moonbeams, she paused. "I
want money for my journey. Shall I take aught of the accursed thing? No.
I will trust in Providence to supply my wants. I have read somewhere
that misery travels free."
Then slowly putting on her clothes, and securing a slice of coarse
bread, that Mrs. Strawberry had brought for her supper, in her
handkerchief, Mary approached the window. The distance was not great to
the roof of the lean-to, and she had been used to climb tall forest
trees when a child, and fearlessly to drop from any height. She unclosed
the casement and listened. She heard from below loud shouts and
boisterous peals of laughter, mingled with licentious songs and profane
oaths.
When the repentant soul is convinced of sin, how dreadful does the
language once so familiar appear! The oath and the profane jest smite
upon it with a force which makes it recoil within itself; and it flies
for protection to the injured Majesty it so often wantonly defied.
Pages:
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362