"My word!" said Tilda. She sank down, trembling. "And I didn't mean to take her money. I am bad, but I ain't as bad as that; only I wanted to see wot she 'as got. She might make a present to Martha and me; but ef Sam 'as took her up, there ain't no chance for none o' us." Towards morning Tilda crept into the other side of the bed and fell into profound slumber. Annie also slept and dreamed and awakened, and slept and dreamed again. "`Be sure your sin will find you out,'" she kept repeating under her breath; and then, all of a sudden, when she felt a little--just a little--calmer, a hand was laid on her shoulder, a great rough face bent over her, and a voice said: "I say, missie, it's time for you and me to be off." Annie looked up. The red-haired giant had entered the room and had summoned her. Trembling, shaking, her fever high, her throat almost too sore to allow her to speak, she rose from that horrible bed, tried to shake her tumbled clothes into some sort of order, took up her bag, and followed Sam downstairs. A minute or two later, to her infinite refreshment, they were both out of the house and in the open air. Sam was all alive and keen with interest but when they had walked a few steps he glanced at Annie and the expression of his face altered. "You be--my word!--you be real bad!" he said. "I am," said Annie hoarsely. "I can scarcely speak. It is--my--sin, Sam--that has--found me out." "Your sin!" said Sam. "You be a hangel o' light." Annie laid her little, white, burning hand on his. "I can't go to the docks," she said. "I can't go anywhere--except-- except--oh, I must be quick!--oh, my senses will go! Everything swims before me. Sam, I must tell you the truth. Sam, hold me for a minute." He did so. The street in which they found themselves was quiet as yet. There were only a few passers-by, and these where hurrying off to their respective employments. Annie put her hand into the little pocket which contained her money. She took out her purse and gave Sam a five-pound note. "Go," she said, "to-day to Rashleigh, the place where your sister has been. Go to the Rectory and tell them that I--Annie Brooke--have found out--the truth of one text: `Be sure your sin will find you out.' Tell them that from me, and be quick--be very quick. Go at once. But first of all take me to the nearest hospital." Before poor Sam could quite understand all Annie's instructions the girl herself was quite delirious. There was nothing for it but to lift her into his strong arms and carry her to a large hospital in the neighbourhood of Islington. There she was instantly admitted, and, after a very brief delay, was conveyed to the fever ward. CHAPTER TWENTY NINE. FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT.