"She will soon be with her brothers, I trust, in safety; they took her
and her baby in the boat to Falmouth, but I was sent off with George the
gardener, on horseback, as you see, for Truro. Poor George has suffered
with the rest; his horse was frightened by the fire and threw him on the
hill; let us go back and see if he is hurt."
I with difficulty dissuaded her from delaying us by such a fruitless
search, and represented my own miserable condition.
"Oh that the sky would clear," she cried, "and show us how to go! there
is a cottage somewhere near us where you can get dried. You will perish
if you remain in wet clothes any longer--but can it be that you are all
this time riding bare-headed?" and she drew up her horse, and pulling a
handkerchief from her neck, tied it, yet warm from her bosom, round my
cold temples and dank hair. Every touch of her fingers streamed a
flood of warmth to my heart; my very brain derived new vigour from
the comfortable cincture; and having kissed her gentle hands again
and again, I recommenced to explore the road with indefatigable
perseverance. At length, after a tedious ride over a bleak and almost
impracticable track, we saw the low roof of the cottage rise between us
and the sky. A feeble light struggled for a moment over the common as
we approached, and then disappeared. Having with some searching found
a stake to which to tie the horses, we advanced to the door; it opened,
and we entered the cabin's only apartment. In one corner, on a low
truckle, lay an old man bedridden and doting. In the middle of the
floor, a child of about eight years was lighting a candle at the embers
of a wood fire; she screamed as we stood before her, and flew to the
bedside of the cripple, who mumbled and moaned at the disturbance, but
did not seem to comprehend its cause. The little girl's large dark eyes
bespoke terror and amazement till my companion addressed her, "My pretty
Sally, do you not remember the lady who gave the gown to your mother,
and the money?" The little thing then let go its hold of the old man's
quilt, and shading the candle from the open window, dropped a timid
curtsy and said, "They are all gone down to see the burning at the Race,
and they told me to keep the candle in the window till they would come
back; but the draught blows it out, madam."
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