If you once attempt to give me the slip, or do or say anything that can bring the bulkies upon us--by the devil in hell!--if, indeed, there be hell or devil--my knife shall become better acquainted with that throat--so look to it!" And this was the father--this the condition--of her whose ear had for months drunk no other sound than the whispers of flattering love--the murmurs of Passion from the lips of Poetry.
They continued their journey till midnight; they then arrived at an inn, little different from the last; but here Alice was no longer consigned to solitude.

In a long room, reeking with smoke, sat from twenty to thirty ruffians before a table on which mugs and vessels of strong potations were formidably interspersed with sabres and pistols.

They received Walters and Darvil with a shout of welcome, and would have crowded somewhat unceremoniously round Alice, if her father, whose well-known desperate and brutal ferocity made him a man to be respected in such an assembly, had not said, sternly, "Hands off, messmates, and make way by the fire for my little girl--she is meat for your masters." So saying, he pushed Alice down into a huge chair in the chimney-nook, and, seating himself near her, at the end of the table, hastened to turn the conversation.
"Well, Captain," said he, addressing a small thin man at the head of the table, "I and Walters have fairly cut and run--the land has a bad air for us, and we now want the sea-breeze to cure the rope fever.

So, knowing this was your night, we have crowded sail, and here we are.
You must give the girl there a lift, though I know you don't like such lumber, and we'll run ashore as soon as we can." "She seems a quiet little body," replied the captain; "and we would do more than that to oblige an old friend like you.

In half an hour Oliver* puts on his nightcap, and we must then be off." * The moon.
"The sooner the better." The men now appeared to forget the presence of Alice, who sat faint with fatigue and exhaustion, for she had been too sick at heart to touch the food brought to her at their previous halting-place, gazing abstractedly upon the fire.