Ernest Maltravers, Book 1

o well, of my da

Venice/, Ac

night lay here and there in broad shallow pools. Towards the town, waggons, carts, pedestrian groups were already moving; and, now and then, you

e road just opposite to the milestone, t

about morasses like a will-o'-the-wisp, I approach a town at last. Thank He

ng leisurely before him a single figure. It was a girl, in a worn and humble dress, who seemed to seek her weary way with pain and lang

ndeed you? Can I

aintly. "I too have escaped; I shall never go bac

this? Did they ill use

gain when he came back; but that is no

t el

t, and then walking on quicker than before, replied: "It don't matter; I will

am not ungrateful. Here" (and he placed some gold in her hand), "get yourself a lodging, food and rest;

pecting, and the whole countenance was so beautifully modest and virgin-like, that had any evil pa

ry young, and very, very pretty. In this town you will be exposed to many

are friends?"

elations?-no /

on

w where to

where father goes, lest

at seven. I will try and think of something for you in the meanwhile. But you seem tired, you wal

l do me good to se

is soul. He turned away hastily, and saw that they were already the subject of curious observation to the various pas

to purchase welcome wherever welcome is bought and sold-and before a blazing fire and no unsubstantial breakfast, forgot all the terrors of the past