Already she imagined, because her poverty had prevented her receiving medical advice, that the accusing Angel stood ready to prefer charges against her for another and a greater crime, than any she had ever before committed.
"Dying! dying!" she uttered at last, her words issuing from her lips, as if they were mere utterances from some machine.

"No hope--no hope!" "Accept my commiseration, madam," observed the physician, placing his hat on, and preparing to depart.

"Could I save your child, I would gladly do so, but there is no hope.

She may live until nightfall, but even that is doubtful." Bowing to Mrs.Wentworth, he left the room, in ignorance of the agony his reproach had caused her, and returned to his office.

Dr.Mallard was the physician's name.