She left the house-door open for his entrance, and passed out again through the kitchen into the space behind, which was partly an uninclosed yard, and partly rocky common.

She ran across the little green to the shippon, and mounted the ladder into the dimly-lighted loft.

Up in a dark corner Edward stood, with an old rake in his hand.
"I thought it was you, Maggie!" said he, heaving a deep breath of relief.
"What have you done?
Have you agreed to write the letter?
You've done something for me, I see by your looks." "Yes! I have told Mr.Buxton all.

He is waiting for you in the parlor.

Oh! I knew he could not be so hard!" She was out of breath.
"I don't understand you!" said he.