5/10 But his fancy was running round all the time, and the fancies of men who watch windows, as Lawrence Newt watched this window, are strangely fantastic. He imagined every thing in that room. It was a woman with innumerable children, of course--some old nurse of Amy's--who had a kind of respectability to preserve, which intrusion would injure. No, no, by Heaven! it was Mrs.Tom Witchet, old Van Boozenberg's daughter! Of course it was. An old friend of Amy's, half-starving in that miserable lodging, and Amy her guardian angel. |