It was this which kept me from you so long.

And what a return has been mine! I got no answers from you to my letters; I heard the persecution here was raging with fury; I came to snatch you from it, and found my home deserted, the factory burnt, the workmen scattered, no tidings of you to be found.

At length I got news of you from one of the men, who told me of your retreat, and that he, under cover of night, brought you bread.

We planned how to remove you hence to-night, but it must be in detachments.

At a place agreed on there will be a small cart that will convey the children and perhaps their mother." "I prefer walking," interposed my mother.