The place where he was opened to the field by the back-way.

After some time, I heard a voice whisper him; I knew the voice, and then they both went out by the back-way; so I stole down, and went out and listened; and I knew the other man was John Walters.

I'm afraid of _him_, sir.

And then Walters said, says he, 'I will get the hammer, and, sleep or wake, we'll do it.' And father said, 'It's in the shed.' So I saw there was no time to be lost, sir, and--and--but you know all the rest." "But how did you escape ?" "Oh, my father, after talking to Walters, came to my room, and beat and--and--frightened me; and when he was gone to bed, I put on my clothes, and stole out; it was just light; and I walked on till I met you." "Poor child, in what a den of vice you have been brought up!" "Anan, sir." "She don't understand me.

Have you been taught to read and write ?" "Oh no!" "But I suppose you have been taught, at least, to say your catechism--and you pray sometimes ?" "I have prayed to father not to beat me." "But to God ?" "God, sir--what is that ?"* * This ignorance--indeed the whole sketch of Alice--is from the life; nor is such ignorance, accompanied by what almost seems an instinctive or intuitive notion of right or wrong, very uncommon, as our police reports can testify.