He could see the fierce struggle that shook her from head to foot.
"Don't be hard on her!" he pleaded.

"She's very humble now, and fallen very low.

She won't live long, and you'll be happier on your own death-bed, my lady, for forgiving her poor soul!" She put out her hand blindly and took his.
"I will see her," she said, hoarsely.

"May God forgive her and pity me! Fetch her down here, Mr.Parmalee, and I will see her." "Yes, my lady; but as I'm rather short of funds, perhaps--" She drew out her purse and poured its glittering contents into his palm.
"It is all I have now; when you return I will have the three hundred pounds.

You must take her back to New York.