It is he that is hunting me to death! No need to look so white and horror-struck, Maggie! It's the way of the world, as I might have known, if I had not been a blind fool." "Mr.Buxton!" she whispered, faintly.
"Oh, Maggie!" said he, suddenly throwing himself at her feet, "save me! You can do it.

Write to Frank, and make him induce his father to let me off.

I came to see you, my sweet, merciful sister! I knew you would save me.

Good God! What noise is that?
There are steps in the yard!" And before she could speak, he had rushed into the little china closet, which opened out of the parlor, and crouched down in the darkness.

It was only the man who brought their morning's supply of milk from a neighboring farm.