I'd be loath for her to think I was minding any business of my own at this time; and, whatever yo' do, speak hopeful, and, for t' life of yo', don't speak of th' hanging, it's likely it's a mistake o' Donkin's; and anyhow--there's t' cart--anyhow I should perhaps not ha' telled thee, but it's a comfort to make a clean breast to a friend at times.

God bless thee, Hester.

I don't know what I should ha' done without thee,' said he, as he wrapped her well up in the cart, and placed the bundles of cloaks and things by her side.
Along the street, in the jolting cart, as long as Hester could see the misty light streaming out of the shop door, so long was Philip standing bareheaded in the rain looking after her.

But she knew that it was not her own poor self that attracted his lingering gaze.

It was the thought of the person she was bound to..