"He will have time to repent, I hope," said old Giles; "bring some water to moisten his lips, and let us clear the blood from his mouth."
"Will you watch by him, sir?" said the stranger, again addressing Mr. Ware, "he is too sinful to die; and if he wakes, you can give him comfort."
"I will," said he, "I will take care of him."
The stranger covered his face with his hands, as if anxious either to shut out the scenes which had terrified him, or to collect his thoughts.
Then rose a hasty cry, "Widow Dacre's—the fire has taken it—there are sparks on the roof."
He started, as if with sudden pain, and then ran wildly towards the hill, at the bottom of which lay the widow's cottage. On its height the church looked down in its holy stillness, and between both lay the picturesque thatched cottage belonging to Mrs. Lesly.