"I have indeed no recollection of you." "You once knew Hannah Irwin, though," said the sick woman, "who was companion and relation to Miss Clara Mowbray, and who was present with her on that sinful night, when she was wedded in the kirk of St.
Ronan's." "Do you mean to say that you are that person ?" said Cargill, holding the candle so as to throw some light on the face of the sick woman.

"I cannot believe it." "No ?" replied the penitent; "there is indeed a difference between wickedness in the act of carrying through its successful machinations, and wickedness surrounded by all the horrors of a death-bed!" "Do not yet despair," said Cargill.

"Grace is omnipotent--to doubt this is in itself a great crime." "Be it so!--I cannot help it--my heart is hardened, Mr.Cargill; and there is something here," she pressed her bosom, "which tells me, that, with prolonged life and renewed health, even my present agonies would be forgotten, and I should become the same I have been before.

I have rejected the offer of grace, Mr.Cargill, and not through ignorance, for I have sinned with my eyes open.

Care not for me, then, who am a mere outcast." He again endeavoured to interrupt her, but she continued, "Or if you really wish my welfare, let me relieve my bosom of that which presses it, and it may be that I shall then be better able to listen to you.