It does not, nor it will not: so dry your tears, my darlin' girl; there are better times before us all, I trust.

Darby Skinadre," she added, turning to the miser, "you are both hard-hearted and ungrateful, or you would remember, in our distress, the kindness we showed you in yours.

If you can cleanse your conscience from the stain of ingratitude, it must be by a change of life." "Whatever stain there may be on my ungrateful conscience," he replied, turning up his red eyes, as it were with thanksgiving, "there's not the stain of blood and murdher on it--that's one comfort." Mrs.Dalton did not seem to hear him, neither did she seem to look in the direction of where he stood.

As the words were uttered she had been in the act of extending her hand to Mave Sullivan, who had hers stretched out to receive it.

There now occurred, however, a mutual pause.