The woman stared at me with astonishment; and I turned my eyes on the squalid object [that accompanied her.] She could hardly support herself, her complexion was sallow, and her eyes inflamed, with an indescribable look of cunning, mixed with the wrinkles produced by the peevishness of pain.
"Poor child!' I exclaimed.

'Ah! you may well say poor child,' replied the woman.

'I brought her here to see whether he would have the heart to look at her, and not get some advice.

I do not know what they deserve who nursed her.

Why, her legs bent under her like a bow when she came to me, and she has never been well since; but, if they were no better paid than I am, it is not to be wondered at, sure enough.' "On further enquiry I was informed, that this miserable spectacle was the daughter of a servant, a country girl, who caught Mr.Venables' eye, and whom he seduced.