I will endeavour to interest her in this poor girl's behalf, she wants the soothing balm of friendly consolation: we may perhaps save her; we will try at least." "And where is she," cried Mrs.Beauchamp when he had prescribed something for the child, and told his little pathetic tale, "where is she, Sir?
we will go to her immediately.

Heaven forbid that I should be deaf to the calls of humanity.

Come we will go this instant." Then seizing the doctor's arm, they sought the habitation that contained the dying Charlotte..