“I thank you from a full heart! Oh, my dear father! little did you think, in providing for a poor widow, you were raising up a friend for your unhappy daughter in her bitterest extremity!” exclaimed Eudora, with emotion, as she grasped the hard hand of the woman.
“The ways of Providence are strange,” said the good woman, musingly.
“They are,” echoed poor Eudora, thinking of the strange fate that had cast her into prison.
“And now, Miss, as the gov’ner’s family are about to sit down to breakfast, I will go and bring yours from his own table, same as I brought your supper.”
“Are all the prisoners supplied from the governor’s table?”
“Lawk, no, Miss! quite the reverse! You didn’t happen to think the prisoners all got lamb chop and port wine for their supper, such as I brought you last night?”
“Why, no, and that was the reason why I asked you. But do all the women, then?”
“Lawk, no, Miss! quite the reverse, as I said before.”
“Then, why am I so supplied?”
“Why, Miss, you see, it’s a—it’s another affair altogether with you.”