Still, perhaps, I can manage it for a trifling fee.' 'O, thank you! I would rather do it this way, as I should like it kept private.' 'Lover not to know, eh ?' 'No--husband.' 'Aha! Very well.

I'll get ee' a touch of the corpse.' 'Where is it now ?' she said, shuddering.
'It ?--he, you mean; he's living yet.

Just inside that little small winder up there in the glum.' He signified the jail on the cliff above.
She thought of her husband and her friends.

'Yes, of course,' she said; 'and how am I to proceed ?' He took her to the door.

'Now, do you be waiting at the little wicket in the wall, that you'll find up there in the lane, not later than one o'clock.