Agnes . ry, and while thecareless mother was losing the precious momentsover that letter which she thought of withhorror. Agnes sat still, in a kind of stupor,looking on with a frightful callous calm atMadelon^s sobs and cries, and her father^s paleexcitement and anxiety. It was not anxiety butdespair which seemed to have taken possession ofher. Had not God stretched out His hand onthe moment, without leaving her a place of repen-tance, to launch at her head this frightful punish-ment? She did not recover her senses till shefelt the cold night air blowing on her face, andbecame conscious that
Agnes . ry, and while thecareless mother was losing the precious momentsover that letter which she thought of withhorror. Agnes sat still, in a kind of stupor,looking on with a frightful callous calm atMadelon^s sobs and cries, and her father^s paleexcitement and anxiety. It was not anxiety butdespair which seemed to have taken possession ofher. Had not God stretched out His hand onthe moment, without leaving her a place of repen-tance, to launch at her head this frightful punish-ment? She did not recover her senses till shefelt the cold night air blowing on her face, andbecame conscious that her father was leading hersomewhere, supported on his aim, down the darkvillage street, where the scattered lights twinkledhere and there through the soft gloom. She didnot ask nor know, though he had told her, and TJie Trevelyans Revenge. 179 supposed she had listened to him; svhere he ^asleading her. She was going out into the darkworld,, which had swallowed him up out oi hersight, to find her boy. N 2. CHAPTER XII. Self-betrayaL HE village street had somclioAv astrange aspect that niglit. It ^asten o^clock_, and tlie good peoplehad carried their lights upstairs^where they shone out of the npper windows tolight the peaceable villagers to bed. There wasbright light in the little tavern^ flaming in a dis-reputable fulness in the midst of the quiet^ andmaking visible a little circle before the door^, inthe centre of which stood the gig of a belatedfarmer^ who was refreshing himself within. Thelight fell upon the white rail of the village green,and shed a sort of dreary gloom—what peoplecall darkness visible—on the Green itself, as faras the lime-trees, which rose up black at thefarther side. Opposite Stanfiekrs house, at thefarther extremity of the Green, there was aflare of faint candlelight blowing about inthe night air, which came from the little shop at SelfbetraijciL 181 the corner—a stniggliug little shop;, compelled bypoverty to keep open late_, and to deny itselfga
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