‘My poor child! my darling Miss Sara! Oh, my dear young lady, don’t take on so. ‘There isn’t a man worth it in this world.... Well, cry then; it will do you good.’
But Sara made neither moan nor cry. For a short time, at least, she had in unconsciousness a respite from her woe.
‘That man is a devil,’ observed the old nurse beneath her breath. ‘I suppose he has looked after his miserable self, as men always do; and my young lady may die or go mad of it, for aught he cares. I hated him from the first moment I saw him, with his soft voice and cruel eyes.’
END OF VOL. II.
BILLING AND SONS, PRINTERS AND ELECTROTYPERS, GUILDFORD.
J. S. & Sons.
Transcriber's Notes.
1. Silently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.