She attempted to rise as they approached, but from extreme weakness was unable, and after several fruitless efforts fell back in a fit.

Mr.Temple was not one of those men who stand to consider whether by assisting an object in distress they shall not inconvenience themselves, but instigated by the impulse of a noble feeling heart, immediately ordered her to be carried into the house, and proper restoratives applied.
She soon recovered; and fixing her eyes on Mrs.Temple, cried--"You know not, Madam, what you do; you know not whom you are relieving, or you would curse me in the bitterness of your heart.

Come not near me, Madam, I shall contaminate you.

I am the viper that stung your peace.

I am the woman who turned the poor Charlotte out to perish in the street.