He would get out of the town to-night, or---- There were different ways to escape.

When he had done, he told her to go; but she would not.
"Let me stay til' night," she said.

"I be n't afraid o' th' mill." "Why, Lo," he said, laughing, "yoh used to say yer death was hid here, somewheres." "I know.

But ther' 's worse nor death.

But it'll come right," she said, persistently, muttering to herself, as she leaned her face on her knees, watching,--"it'll come right." The glimmering shadows changed and faded for an hour.