Poor Peggy ran to that young girl, an' she was goin' to throw herself into her arms, but she stopped.

'I am not worthy,' she said, cryin' bitterly; 'I am not worthy,--but oh, I have no roof to shelter me, for no one dare take me in.

What will become of me ?'" While she spoke, Dalton's mind appeared to have been stirred into something like a consciousness of his situation, and his memory to have been brought back, as it were, from the wild and turbulent images, which had impaired its efficacy, to a personal recollection of circumstances that had ceased to affect him.

His features, for instance, became more human, his eye more significant of his feeling, and his whole manner more quiet and restored.

He looked upon the narrator with an awakened interest, surveyed Darby, as if he scarcely knew how or why he came there, and then sighed deeply.