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The
gentleman
turned
away
.
'
This
purse
,
'
cried
the
young
lady
.
'
Take
it
for
my
sake
,
that
you
may
have
some
resource
in
an
hour
of
need
and
trouble
.
'
'
No
!
'
replied
the
girl
.
'
I
have
not
done
this
for
money
.
Let
me
have
that
to
think
of
.
And
yet
--
give
me
something
that
you
have
worn
:
I
should
like
to
have
something
--
no
,
no
,
not
a
ring
--
your
gloves
or
handkerchief
--
anything
that
I
can
keep
,
as
having
belonged
to
you
,
sweet
lady
.
There
.
Bless
you
!
God
bless
you
.
Good-night
,
good-night
!
'
The
violent
agitation
of
the
girl
,
and
the
apprehension
of
some
discovery
which
would
subject
her
to
ill-usage
and
violence
,
seemed
to
determine
the
gentleman
to
leave
her
,
as
she
requested
.
The
sound
of
retreating
footsteps
were
audible
and
the
voices
ceased
.
The
two
figures
of
the
young
lady
and
her
companion
soon
afterwards
appeared
upon
the
bridge
.
They
stopped
at
the
summit
of
the
stairs
.
'
Hark
!
'
cried
the
young
lady
,
listening
.
'
Did
she
call
!
I
thought
I
heard
her
voice
.
'
'
No
,
my
love
,
'
replied
Mr.
Brownlow
,
looking
sadly
back
.
'
She
has
not
moved
,
and
will
not
till
we
are
gone
.
'
Rose
Maylie
lingered
,
but
the
old
gentleman
drew
her
arm
through
his
,
and
led
her
,
with
gentle
force
,
away
.
As
they
disappeared
,
the
girl
sunk
down
nearly
at
her
full
length
upon
one
of
the
stone
stairs
,
and
vented
the
anguish
of
her
heart
in
bitter
tears
.
