I lock t' old lass up when I go out, for she might be wandering, and there's them hereabouts that would reckon nought of putting her out of t' way and taking what she's got, if they heard tell on't." At last the door was unlocked, and we went in.

And sitting on a low box, dressed as before, even to the old coat and the spotted kerchief over her bonnet, sat Biddy Macartney.
When she lifted her face, I saw that it was much wasted, and that her fine eyes had got a restless uneasy look in them.

Suddenly this ceased, and they lit up with the old intelligence.

For half an instant I thought it was at the sight of me, but she did not even see me.

It was on Dennis O'Moore that her eyes were bent, and they never moved as she struggled to her feet, and gazed anxiously at his face, his cap, and his seafaring clothes, whilst, for his part, Dennis gazed almost as wildly at her.