And ran as though a ghost were at my heels.
Bar. And you did wisely. Honest working girls
Should shun such brazen creatures!
Bess.Soft—she’s here!
[Lisa comes down avenue; she is dressed in torn and travel-stained rags, as described. As she comes down the girls turn away from her.
Lisa. Well, girls,
Do you not know me, that you turn from me?
Or has the misery of twelve black months
So sadly changed me?