“Stop there?”
“Yes.”
“But I haven’t your authority, and they’d turn me out.”
“Ah, dear me, how powerless I am—how very powerless!” cried Laura, in a tone of sadness; “I’m at his mercy—and he would not scruple to do anything.”
“I’ll help you as far as lies in my power,” said Rawton; “that you may depend upon.”
“Do, there’s a good creature; for I need help just now—and I know I can rely upon you.”
The gipsy put five sovereigns into her hand, which she slid into the pocket of her dress.
“That will be enough to go on with, I suppose?” observed he.
“Oh, yes, more than enough; where did you get them from?”
“Charlie.”