Notwithstanding this truth is so palpably confirmed by the daily example before our eyes, how little do we take it to heart!
We see our friends and neighbours die, but how seldom does it occur to our thoughts that our knell may give the next warning to the world.
CHAPTER XLIX.
LAURA STANBRIDGE AND HER PUPIL.
After leaving Charles Peace in Leather-lane, Miss Stanbridge came to the conclusion that for the future it would be advisable for her to be a little more cautious in her dealings with her old playmate and quondam companion.
She was a lady who had her own battle to fight in the world, and as far as want of principle was concerned she was quite adapted to hold her own against any odds.
Upon returning to her own domicile she found Alf Purvis in the kitchen, in company with Susan.
“You may have a holiday for the rest of this day, Alf, and to-morrow we will commence business again.”
“Thank you, marm,” cried Alf, “May I go out?”
“Yes, where you please; but mind and be home early in the evening. I don’t approve of late hours.”