"You must go," she said, sharply; "for my sake and Miss Walton's, if not for your own. Besides, it's not much further. What I do to-night must be done rightly."
"Well, then, while there is breath left, Miss Walton shall have the benefit of it."
"May we not rest a few minutes?" asked Annie. "I too am very tired."
"Yes, before long at the place where you must pass the night."
The path soon came out in another wheel-track, which seemed to lead down a deep ravine. Descending this a little way, they reached an opening in which was the dusky outline of a small house.
"Here we part," said their guide, taking Annie's hand, while Gregory sank exhausted on a rock near. "The old woman and her son who live in that house will give you shelter, and to-morrow you must find your best way home. This seems poor return for your kindness, but it's in keeping with my miserable life, which is as dark and wild as the unknown flinty path we came. After all, things have turned out far better than they might have done. Vight was expecting some one, and so had the dog within doors. He would have torn you to pieces had he been without as usual."
"Lead this life no longer. Stay with us, and I will help you to better things," said Annie, earnestly.
The look of intense longing on the woman's face as the light of the flickering lantern fell on it would haunt Annie to her dying day.
"Oh that I might!" she groaned. "Oh that I might! A more fearful bondage never cursed a human soul!"
"And why can you not?" pleaded Annie, putting her hand on the trembling woman's shoulder. "You have seen better days. You were meant for a good and noble life. You can't sin unfeelingly. Then why sin at all? Break these chains, and by and by peace in this life and heaven in the life to come will reward you."