But I was in a hurry to leave the scene of sacrilege.

Look here; the tomb of a good knight defiled into an oven, and the pews mutilated--and all for the base uses of trade." And in this strain he continued for a long time so eloquently that, at last, he roused Grace Carden's ire.
"Mr.Raby," said she, firmly, "please add to those base uses one more.
One dismal night, two poor creatures, a man and a woman, lost their way in the snow; and, after many a hard struggle, the cold and the snow overpowered them, and death was upon them.

But, just at her last gasp, the girl saw a light, and heard the tinkling of a hammer.

She tottered toward it; and it was a church.

She just managed to strike the door with her benumbed hands, and then fell insensible.