Shone out of his eyes; he return'd my kiss—
'I never intended—Great Father above,
You know that I never intended this.
Fetch me some money—the desk and the key—
You know them—be quick! or dearly you'll rue—
My life's in your hands!—have mercy on me—
Fetch me some money—It's all you can do.'
A horrible haste in manner and voice,
A desperate hungry imploring haste;
I rush'd up the stairs—I had not a choice,