15/16 Alone, are ye, and night coming on!" "That's right, Abby!" cried De Arthenay, with feverish eagerness. She is a stranger, and has no friends, so she says. I--I'll see you in the morning about her. Take her! take her in where she will be comfortable, and I'll--" "I'll pay you well for it," was what he was going to say, but Abby's quiet look stopped the words on his lips. Why should he pay her for taking care of a stranger, of whom he knew no more than she did; whom he had never seen till this moment ?--why, indeed! and she was as well able to pay for the young woman's keep as he was to say the least. |