My sex will make her necessary communications more frank in your lordship's absence." "True, madam; but then I am called here in my capacity of a magistrate." "Hush!" said Lady Penelope; "she speaks." "They say every woman that yields, makes herself a slave to her seducer; but I sold my liberty not to a man, but a demon! He made me serve him in his vile schemes against my friend and patroness--and oh! he found in me an agent too willing, from mere envy, to destroy the virtue which I had lost myself.

Do not listen to me any more--Go, and leave me to my fate! I am the most detestable wretch that ever lived--detestable to myself worst of all, because even in my penitence there is a secret whisper that tells me, that were I as I have been, I would again act over all the wickedness I have done, and much worse.

Oh! for Heaven's assistance, to crush the wicked thought!" She closed her eyes, folded her emaciated hands, and held them upwards in the attitude of one who prays internally; presently the hands separated, and fell gently down on the miserable couch; but her eyes did not open, nor was there the slightest sign of motion in the features.
Lady Penelope shrieked faintly, hid her eyes, and hurried back from the bed, while Lord Etherington, his looks darkening with a complication of feelings, remained gazing on the poor woman, as if eager to discern whether the spark of life was totally extinct.

Her grim old assistant hurried to the bedside, with some spirits in a broken glass.
"Have ye no had pennyworths for your charity ?" she said, in spiteful scorn.

"Ye buy the very life o' us wi' your shillings and sixpences, your groats and your boddles--ye hae garr'd the puir wretch speak till she swarfs, and now ye stand as if ye never saw a woman in a dwam before?
Let me till her wi' the dram--mony words mickle drought, ye ken--Stand out o' my gate, my leddy, if sae be that ye are a leddy; there is little use of the like of you when there is death in the pot." Lady Penelope, half affronted, but still more frightened by the manners of the old hag, now gladly embraced Lord Etherington's renewed offer to escort her from the hut.