. Shrewsbury; a romance . for her childrens governante ?Or Lady Melfort find me a place in her household ? Iam Fergusons niece, a backstairs wench of whom no oneknows anything. If I were handsome now, hlen ! As Iam not—to live I must risk my living. You are handsome enough for me! I cried. She raised her eyebrows, with a look in her eyes that,I remember, puzzled me. AVell, may be, she said atrifle tartly. And the other is neither here nor the rest, Dick, I live at Captain Gills, and his wifeclaws me Monday and kisses me Tuesday. And you have taken letters to London ? I said, won-deri
. Shrewsbury; a romance . for her childrens governante ?Or Lady Melfort find me a place in her household ? Iam Fergusons niece, a backstairs wench of whom no oneknows anything. If I were handsome now, hlen ! As Iam not—to live I must risk my living. You are handsome enough for me! I cried. She raised her eyebrows, with a look in her eyes that,I remember, puzzled me. AVell, may be, she said atrifle tartly. And the other is neither here nor the rest, Dick, I live at Captain Gills, and his wifeclaws me Monday and kisses me Tuesday. And you have taken letters to London ? I said, won-dering at her courage. Three times, she answered, nodding soberly. Andto Tnnbridge once. A woman passes. A man would be taken. So Mr. Birkenhead says. But and with the word she broke oS abruptly, and stared at me; andcontinued to stare at me, her face which was rounder andmore womanly than in the old days, falling strangely. It wore such a look indeed, that I glanced over myshoulder thinking that she saw something. Finding. I—J^f SHE LISTENED IN SILENCE, STANDING OVER ME WITH SOMETHINGOF THE SEVERITY OF A JUDGE SHREWSBURY 349 nothing, Mary! I cried. What is it? What is tliematter? Are you the man who came with Sir Jolm Fenwickto the shore? slie cried, stepping back a pace—she hadalready risen, And betrayed him? Dick! Dick,dont say it ! she continued hurriedly, liolding out lierhands as if slie would ward off my words. Dont saythat yen are that man! I had forgotten until this mo-ment whom I came to see; who, they said, was here. Her words stung me, even as her face frightened while I winced a kind of courage, boru of indigna-tion and of a sense of injustice long endured, came to me;and I answered her with spirit. No, I said, lamnot that man. No? she cried. No! I said defiantly. If you mean the man thatbetrayed Sir John Fenwick. But I will tell you whatman I am—if you will listen to me. What are yon going to tell me? she answered, thetroubled look returning. And then,
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