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This
was
prepared
for
her
.
The
girl
lingered
a
little
while
to
talk
,
and
tell
her
grievances
.
She
had
not
a
good
place
,
she
said
;
the
wages
were
low
,
and
the
work
was
hard
.
She
was
going
to
leave
it
in
a
fortnight
;
the
child
couldn
’
t
recommend
her
to
another
,
she
supposed
?
Instead
she
was
afraid
another
would
be
difficult
to
get
after
living
there
,
for
the
house
had
a
very
indifferent
character
;
there
was
far
too
much
card
-
playing
,
and
such
like
.
She
was
very
much
mistaken
if
some
of
the
people
who
came
there
oftenest
were
quite
as
honest
as
they
might
be
,
but
she
wouldn
’
t
have
it
known
that
she
had
said
so
,
for
the
world
.
Then
there
were
some
rambling
allusions
to
a
rejected
sweetheart
,
who
had
threatened
to
go
a
soldiering
—
a
final
promise
of
knocking
at
the
door
early
in
the
morning
—
and
‘
Good
night
.
’
The
child
did
not
feel
comfortable
when
she
was
left
alone
.
She
could
not
help
thinking
of
the
figure
stealing
through
the
passage
down
stairs
;
and
what
the
girl
had
said
did
not
tend
to
reassure
her
.
The
men
were
very
ill
-
looking
.
They
might
get
their
living
by
robbing
and
murdering
travellers
.
Who
could
tell
?
Reasoning
herself
out
of
these
fears
,
or
losing
sight
of
them
for
a
little
while
,
there
came
the
anxiety
to
which
the
adventures
of
the
night
gave
rise
.
Here
was
the
old
passion
awakened
again
in
her
grandfather
’
s
breast
,
and
to
what
further
distraction
it
might
tempt
him
Heaven
only
knew
.
What
fears
their
absence
might
have
occasioned
already
!
Persons
might
be
seeking
for
them
even
then
.
Would
they
be
forgiven
in
the
morning
,
or
turned
adrift
again
!
Oh
!
why
had
they
stopped
in
that
strange
place
?
It
would
have
been
better
,
under
any
circumstances
,
to
have
gone
on
!
At
last
,
sleep
gradually
stole
upon
her
—
a
broken
,
fitful
sleep
,
troubled
by
dreams
of
falling
from
high
towers
,
and
waking
with
a
start
and
in
great
terror
.
A
deeper
slumber
followed
this
—
and
then
—
What
!
That
figure
in
the
room
.
A
figure
was
there
.
Yes
,
she
had
drawn
up
the
blind
to
admit
the
light
when
it
should
be
dawn
,
and
there
,
between
the
foot
of
the
bed
and
the
dark
casement
,
it
crouched
and
slunk
along
,
groping
its
way
with
noiseless
hands
,
and
stealing
round
the
bed
.
She
had
no
voice
to
cry
for
help
,
no
power
to
move
,
but
lay
still
,
watching
it
.
On
it
came
—
on
,
silently
and
stealthily
,
to
the
bed
’
s
head
.
The
breath
so
near
her
pillow
,
that
she
shrunk
back
into
it
,
lest
those
wandering
hands
should
light
upon
her
face
.
Back
again
it
stole
to
the
window
—
then
turned
its
head
towards
her
.
The
dark
form
was
a
mere
blot
upon
the
lighter
darkness
of
the
room
,
but
she
saw
the
turning
of
the
head
,
and
felt
and
knew
how
the
eyes
looked
and
the
ears
listened
.
There
it
remained
,
motionless
as
she
.
At
length
,
still
keeping
the
face
towards
her
,
it
busied
its
hands
in
something
,
and
she
heard
the
chink
of
money
.
Then
,
on
it
came
again
,
silent
and
stealthy
as
before
,
and
replacing
the
garments
it
had
taken
from
the
bedside
,
dropped
upon
its
hands
and
knees
,
and
crawled
away
.
How
slowly
it
seemed
to
move
,
now
that
she
could
hear
but
not
see
it
,
creeping
along
the
floor
!
It
reached
the
door
at
last
,
and
stood
upon
its
feet
.
The
steps
creaked
beneath
its
noiseless
tread
,
and
it
was
gone
.
