"Come away!" she said, in a hurried voice--"Come away, my brother follows to kill us both.

Come, Tyrrel, let us fly--we shall easily escape him .-- Hannah Irwin is on before--but, if we are overtaken, I will have no more fighting--you must promise me that we shall not--we have had but too much of that--but you will be wise in future." "Clara Mowbray!" exclaimed Tyrrel.

"Alas! is it thus ?--Stay--do not go," for she turned to make her escape--"stay--stay--sit down." "I must go," she replied, "I must go--I am called--Hannah Irwin is gone before to tell all, and I must follow.

Will you not let me go ?--Nay, if you will hold me by force, I know I must sit down--but you will not be able to keep me for all that." A convulsion fit followed, and seemed, by its violence, to explain that she was indeed bound for the last and darksome journey.

The maid, who at length answered Tyrrel's earnest and repeated summons, fled terrified at the scene she witnessed, and carried to the Manse the alarm which we before mentioned.
The old landlady was compelled to exchange one scene of sorrow for another, wondering within herself what fatality could have marked this single night with so much misery.