Don't forget that;--good night;" and so saying, she walked to her own opposite chamber.
Left alone, the host pressed his hand tightly to his forehead, and remained motionless for nearly half an hour.
"If that cursed girl would but sleep," he muttered at last, turning round, "it might be done at once.

And there's the pond behind, as deep as a well; and I might say at daybreak that the boy had bolted.

He seems quite a stranger here--nobody'll miss him.

He must have plenty of blunt to give half a guinea to a guide across a common! I want money, and I won't work--if I can help it, at least." While he thus soliloquised the air seemed to oppress him; he opened the window, he leant out--the rain beat upon him.

He closed the window with an oath; took off his shoes, stole to the threshold, and, by the candle, which he shaded with his hand, surveyed the opposite door.