Accordingly the next evening I delivered the bundle to her hands.

Within a week she returned them all, saving the boots.

Those she kept--for what reason I could not guess.
Lady Crawford, by command of Sir George, carried in her reticule the key of the door which opened from her own room into Sir George's apartments, and the door was always kept locked.
Dorothy had made several attempts to obtain possession of the key, with intent, I believe, of making a bold dash for liberty.

But Aunt Dorothy, mindful of Sir George's wrath and fearing him above all men, acted faithfully her part of gaoler.

She smiled, half in sadness, when she told me of the girl's simplicity in thinking she could hoodwink a person of Lady Crawford's age, experience, and wisdom.