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'
Your
haughty
religious
people
would
have
held
their
heads
up
to
see
me
as
I
am
to-night
,
and
preached
of
flames
and
vengeance
,
'
cried
the
girl
.
'
Oh
,
dear
lady
,
why
ar
'n'
t
those
who
claim
to
be
God
's
own
folks
as
gentle
and
as
kind
to
us
poor
wretches
as
you
,
who
,
having
youth
,
and
beauty
,
and
all
that
they
have
lost
,
might
be
a
little
proud
instead
of
so
much
humbler
?
'
'
Ah
!
'
said
the
gentleman
.
'
A
Turk
turns
his
face
,
after
washing
it
well
,
to
the
East
,
when
he
says
his
prayers
;
these
good
people
,
after
giving
their
faces
such
a
rub
against
the
World
as
to
take
the
smiles
off
,
turn
with
no
less
regularity
,
to
the
darkest
side
of
Heaven
.
Between
the
Mussulman
and
the
Pharisee
,
commend
me
to
the
first
!
'
These
words
appeared
to
be
addressed
to
the
young
lady
,
and
were
perhaps
uttered
with
the
view
of
affording
Nancy
time
to
recover
herself
.
The
gentleman
,
shortly
afterwards
,
addressed
himself
to
her
.
'
You
were
not
here
last
Sunday
night
,
'
he
said
.
'
I
could
n't
come
,
'
replied
Nancy
;
'
I
was
kept
by
force
.
'
'
By
whom
?
'
'
Him
that
I
told
the
young
lady
of
before
.
'
'
You
were
not
suspected
of
holding
any
communication
with
anybody
on
the
subject
which
has
brought
us
here
to-night
,
I
hope
?
'
asked
the
old
gentleman
.
'
No
,
'
replied
the
girl
,
shaking
her
head
.
'
It
's
not
very
easy
for
me
to
leave
him
unless
he
knows
why
;
I
could
n't
give
him
a
drink
of
laudanum
before
I
came
away
.
'
'
Did
he
awake
before
you
returned
?
'
inquired
the
gentleman
.
