"I must take one last look of my son, for it is not likely I shall see him again." "Not in this world," thought Judith.
"I conjure you, by all that is sacred, not to neglect him," said the old woman.
"I have already promised to do so," replied Judith, impatiently.
"Good-night, mother." "It will be a long good-night to me, I fear," returned the dame.

"Doctor Hodges promised to send some blankets and medicine for poor Matthew.

The doctor is a charitable man to the poor, and if he learns I am sick, he may, perhaps, call and give me advice." "I am sure he will," replied Judith.

"Should the man bring the blankets, I will tell him to acquaint his master with your condition.

And now take this lantern, mother, and get home as fast as you can." So saying, she almost pushed her out of the vault, and closed the door after her.
"At last I am rid of her," she muttered.