'I'll direct you from the door, the best I can.

I wish I could do more.' He showed them, then, by which road they must leave the town, and what course they should hold when they had gained it.

He lingered so long on these instructions, that the child, with a fervent blessing, tore herself away, and stayed to hear no more.
But, before they had reached the corner of the lane, the man came running after them, and, pressing her hand, left something in it--two old, battered, smoke-encrusted penny pieces.

Who knows but they shone as brightly in the eyes of angels, as golden gifts that have been chronicled on tombs?
And thus they separated; the child to lead her sacred charge farther from guilt and shame; the labourer to attach a fresh interest to the spot where his guests had slept, and read new histories in his furnace fire..