This was her brother, and my uncle, but I do not know where to find him, only I am come to seek them, that I may do her bidding.' 'And what was your mother's name ?' asked Mrs Prothero.
'Margaret Jones, ma'am,' 'My poor girl, there are hundreds of that name in South Wales.

But we will make inquiries for you, and when you are better--' 'I am better now, thank you, ma'am.

To-morrow I think I may go on my way.

I would not trouble you any more; a poor beggar like me is not fit--oh dear! oh dear!' 'Now I insist on your being quiet and going to sleep, and forgetting all those horrors,' said Miss Gwynne, assuming her most decided voice to hide her emotion.

'You are not to go away to-morrow; but I daresay in a few days you will be able to do so, and we can help you a little.