CHAPTER LIII.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
Mary left the house, and saw no one on her way.

But it was better, she said to herself, that he should lie there untended, than be waited on by unloving hands.
The night was very dark.

There was no moon, and the stars were hidden by thick clouds.

She must walk all the way to Testbridge.

She felt weak, but the fresh air was reviving.