We take Moll to Greenwich; but no great happiness for her there.
In the midst of our heroics I was greatly scared by perceiving a cloaked figure coming hurriedly towards us in the dim light.
"'Tis another, come to succour his friends," whispers I. "Let us step into this hedge."
"Too late," returns he. "Put on a bold face, 'tis only one."
With a swaggering gait and looking straight before us, we had passed the figure, when a voice calls "Father!" and there turning, we find that 'tis poor Moll in her husband's cloak.
"Where is thy husband, child?" asks Dawson, as he recovers from his astonishment, taking Moll by the hand.
"I have no husband, father," answers she, piteously.
"Why, sure he hath not turned you out of doors?"
"No, he'd not do that," says she, "were I ten times more wicked than I am."
"What folly then is this?" asks her father.