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Through
the
strait
streets
,
and
narrow
crooked
outskirts
,
their
trembling
feet
passed
quickly
.
Up
the
steep
hill
too
,
crowned
by
the
old
grey
castle
,
they
toiled
with
rapid
steps
,
and
had
not
once
looked
behind
.
But
as
they
drew
nearer
the
ruined
walls
,
the
moon
rose
in
all
her
gentle
glory
,
and
,
from
their
venerable
age
,
garlanded
with
ivy
,
moss
,
and
waving
grass
,
the
child
looked
back
upon
the
sleeping
town
,
deep
in
the
valley
’
s
shade
:
and
on
the
far
-
off
river
with
its
winding
track
of
light
:
and
on
the
distant
hills
;
and
as
she
did
so
,
she
clasped
the
hand
she
held
,
less
firmly
,
and
bursting
into
tears
,
fell
upon
the
old
man
’
s
neck
.
Her
momentary
weakness
past
,
the
child
again
summoned
the
resolution
which
had
until
now
sustained
her
,
and
,
endeavouring
to
keep
steadily
in
her
view
the
one
idea
that
they
were
flying
from
disgrace
and
crime
,
and
that
her
grandfather
’
s
preservation
must
depend
solely
on
her
firmness
,
unaided
by
one
word
of
advice
or
any
helping
hand
,
urged
him
onward
and
looked
back
no
more
.
While
he
,
subdued
and
abashed
,
seemed
to
crouch
before
her
,
and
to
shrink
and
cower
down
,
as
if
in
the
presence
of
some
superior
creature
,
the
child
herself
was
sensible
of
a
new
feeling
within
her
,
which
elevated
her
nature
,
and
inspired
her
with
an
energy
and
confidence
she
had
never
known
.
There
was
no
divided
responsibility
now
;
the
whole
burden
of
their
two
lives
had
fallen
upon
her
,
and
henceforth
she
must
think
and
act
for
both
.
‘
I
have
saved
him
,
’
she
thought
.
‘
In
all
dangers
and
distresses
,
I
will
remember
that
.
’
At
any
other
time
,
the
recollection
of
having
deserted
the
friend
who
had
shown
them
so
much
homely
kindness
,
without
a
word
of
justification
—
the
thought
that
they
were
guilty
,
in
appearance
,
of
treachery
and
ingratitude
—
even
the
having
parted
from
the
two
sisters
—
would
have
filled
her
with
sorrow
and
regret
.
But
now
,
all
other
considerations
were
lost
in
the
new
uncertainties
and
anxieties
of
their
wild
and
wandering
life
;
and
the
very
desperation
of
their
condition
roused
and
stimulated
her
.
In
the
pale
moonlight
,
which
lent
a
wanness
of
its
own
to
the
delicate
face
where
thoughtful
care
already
mingled
with
the
winning
grace
and
loveliness
of
youth
,
the
too
bright
eye
,
the
spiritual
head
,
the
lips
that
pressed
each
other
with
such
high
resolve
and
courage
of
the
heart
,
the
slight
figure
firm
in
its
bearing
and
yet
so
very
weak
,
told
their
silent
tale
;
but
told
it
only
to
the
wind
that
rustled
by
,
which
,
taking
up
its
burden
,
carried
,
perhaps
to
some
mother
’
s
pillow
,
faint
dreams
of
childhood
fading
in
its
bloom
,
and
resting
in
the
sleep
that
knows
no
waking
.
The
night
crept
on
apace
,
the
moon
went
down
,
the
stars
grew
pale
and
dim
,
and
morning
,
cold
as
they
,
slowly
approached
.
Then
,
from
behind
a
distant
hill
,
the
noble
sun
rose
up
,
driving
the
mists
in
phantom
shapes
before
it
,
and
clearing
the
earth
of
their
ghostly
forms
till
darkness
came
again
.
When
it
had
climbed
higher
into
the
sky
,
and
there
was
warmth
in
its
cheerful
beams
,
they
laid
them
down
to
sleep
,
upon
a
bank
,
hard
by
some
water
.
But
Nell
retained
her
grasp
upon
the
old
man
’
s
arm
,
and
long
after
he
was
slumbering
soundly
,
watched
him
with
untiring
eyes
.
Fatigue
stole
over
her
at
last
;
her
grasp
relaxed
,
tightened
,
relaxed
again
,
and
they
slept
side
by
side
.
A
confused
sound
of
voices
,
mingling
with
her
dreams
,
awoke
her
.
A
man
of
very
uncouth
and
rough
appearance
was
standing
over
them
,
and
two
of
his
companions
were
looking
on
,
from
a
long
heavy
boat
which
had
come
close
to
the
bank
while
they
were
sleeping
.
The
boat
had
neither
oar
nor
sail
,
but
was
towed
by
a
couple
of
horses
,
who
,
with
the
rope
to
which
they
were
harnessed
slack
and
dripping
in
the
water
,
were
resting
on
the
path
.
