He drew her a little nearer to the glowing fires, to revive her quite; but still kneeled by her, and clasped her hand to his heart.

She felt it beat, and turned her blushing brow away, but made no resistance: she was too weak.
"Halloo!" cried a new voice, that jarred with the whole scene; and Mr.
Coventry hobbled in sight.

He gazed in utter amazement on the picture before him..