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derly-"Prettiest of lasses," said he; and while he spoke he gazed on her with undisguised admiration-"a man who has travelled on foot all day, through the ugliest country within the three seas, is sufficiently refreshed at night by the sight of so fair a face."

Alice hastily withdrew her hand, and went and seated herself in a corner of the room, whence she continued to look at the stranger with her usual vacant gaze, but with a half smile upon her rosy lips.

Alice's father looked hard at the young people.

"Eat, sir," said he, with a sort of chuckle," and no fine words; poor Alice is honest, as you said just now."

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"To be sure," answered the traveller, employing with great zeal a set of strong, even, and dazzling teeth at the tough crusts; to be sure she is. I did not mean to offend you; but the fact is, that I am half a foreigner, and abroad, you know, one may say a civil thing to a pretty girl, without hurting her feelings, or her father's either."

"Half a foreigner! why you talk English as well as I do," said the host, whose intonation and words were, on the whole, a little above his station.

The stranger smiled. "Thank you for the compliment," said he. "What I meant was, that I have been a great deal abroad; in fact, I have just returned from Germany. But I am Englishborn."

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"Far from hence?'

"About thirty miles, I believe."

"You are young, sir, to be alone?"

The traveller made no answer, but finished his uninviting repast, and drew his chair again to the fire. He then thought he had sufficiently ministered to his host's curiosity to allow him to attend to his own.

"You work at the factories, I suppose?" said he.

"I do, sir-bad times."

"And your pretty daughter?"

"Minds the house."

"Have you no other children?"

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'No; one mouth besides my own is as much as I can feed, and that scarcely. But you would like to rest now; you can have my bed, sir,—I can sleep here."

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By no means," said the stranger, quickly; "just put a few more coals on the fire, and leave me to make myself comfortable." The man rose, and did not press his offer, but left the room for a supply of fuel. Alice remained in her corner.

"Sweethart," said the traveller, looking round, and satisfying himself that they were alone; "I should sleep well if I could get one kiss from those coral lips.'

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Alice hid her face with her hands.

"Do I vex you?”

"Oh no, sir."

At this assurance the traveller rose, and approached Alice softly. He drew away her hands from her face, when she said gently, "Have you much money about you?"

"O the mercenary baggage!" said the traveller to himself; and then replied aloud, "Why, pretty one? - Do you sell your kisses so high then?"

Alice frowned, and tossed the hair from her brow. "If you have money," she said, in a whisper, "don't say so to father. Don't sleep if you can help it. I'm afraid - hush - he comes!"

The young man returned to his seat with an altered manner. And as his host entered, he for the first time surveyed him closely. The imperfect glimmer of the half-dying and single candle, threw into strong lights and shades the marked, rugged, and ferocious features of the cottager; and the eye of the traveller, glancing from the face to the limbs and frame, saw that whatever the mind might design of evil, the body might well execute.

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The traveller sank into a gloomy reverie. The wind howled― the rain beat through the casement shone no solitary star all was dark and sombre; - should he proceed alone — might he not suffer a greater danger upon that wide and desert moor -might not the host follow assault him in the dark? He had no weapon, save a stick. But within, he had at least a rude resource in the large kitchen-poker that was beside him. At all events, it would be better to wait for the present. He might at any time, when alone, withdraw the bolt from the door, and slip out unobserved.

Such was the fruit of his meditations while his host plyed the fire.

"You will sleep sound to-night," said his entertainer, smiling. "Humph! Why I am over-fatigued; I dare say it will be an hour or two before I fall asleep; but when I once am asleep, sleep like a rock!"

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Come, Alice," said her father, "let us leave the gentleman. Good night, sir."

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"Good night-good night," returned the traveller, yawning. The father and daughter disappeared through a door in the corner of the room. The guest heard them ascend the creaking stairs all was still.

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"Fool that I am!" said the traveller to himself; "will nothing teach me that I am no longer a student at Gottingen, or cure

me of these pedestrian adventures? Had it not been for that girl's big blue eyes, I should be safe at **** by this time; if, indeed, the grim father had not murdered me by the road. However, we'll balk him yet; another half-hour, and I am on the moor: we must give him time. And in the meanwhile here is the poker. At the worst it is but one to one; but the churl is strongly built."

Although the traveller thus endeavoured to cheer his courage, his heart beat more loudly than its wont. He kept his eyes stationed on the door by which the cottagers had vanished, and his hand on the massive poker.

While the stranger was thus employed below, Alice, instead of turning to her own narrow cell, went into her father's room. The cottager was seated at the foot of his bed, muttering to himself, and with eyes fixed on the ground.

The girl stood before him, gazing on his face, and with her arms lightly crossed above her bosom.

"It must be worth twenty guineas," said the host abruptly to himself.

"What is it to you, father, what the gentleman's watch is worth?"

The man started.

"You mean," continued Alice, quietly, "you mean to do some injury to that young man; but you shall not."

The cottager's face grew black as night. "How," he began, in a loud voice, but suddenly dropped the tone into a deep growl-"how dare you talk to me so?-go to bed-go to bed." "No, father."

"No?"

"I will not stir from this room until day-break."

"We will soon see that," said the man with an oath.

"Touch me, and I will alarm the gentleman, and tell him that-"

"What?"

The girl approached her father, placed her lips to his ear, and whispered, "That you intend to murder him."

The cottager's frame trembled from head to foot; he shut his eyes and gasped painfully for breath; "Alice," said he gently, after a pause · 66 Expe Alice, we are often nearly starving."

"I am-you never!"

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Wretch, yes! if I do drink too much one day, I pinch for it the next. But go to bed, I say-I mean no harm to the young man. Think you I would twist myself a rope? —no, no; along, go along."

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Alice's face, which had before been earnest, and almost intelligent, now relapsed into its wonted vacant stare.

"To be sure, father, they would hang you if you cut his throat. Don't forget that; —good night;"—and so saying, she walked to her own opposite chamber.

Left alone, the host pressed his hand tightly to his forehead, and remained motionless for nearly half-an-hour. "If that cursed girl would but sleep," he muttered at last, turning round," it might be done at once. And there's the pond behind, as deep as a well; and I might say at day-break that the boy had bolted. He seems quite a stranger here-nobody 'll miss him. He must have plenty of blunt to give half-a-guinea for a companion for four miles! I want money, and I won't work - if I can help it, at least.”

While he thus soliloquised, the air seemed to oppress him; he opened the window, he leant out-the rain beat upon him. He closed the window with an oath, took off his shoes, stole to the threshold, and, by the candle which he shaded with his hand, surveyed the opposite door. It was closed. He then bent anxiously forward and listened.

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"All's quiet," thought he; perhaps he sleeps already. I will steal down. If Jack Walters would but come to night, the job could be done charmingly."

With that he crept gently down the stairs. In a corner, at the foot of the staircase, lay sundry matters, a few faggots, and a cleaver. He caught up the last. "Aha," he muttered, "and there's the sledge-hammer somewhere for Walters." Leaning himself against the door, he then applied his eye to a chink which admitted a dim view of the room within lighted fitfully by the fire.

CHAPTER II.

"What have we here?

A carrion death!"

Merchant of Venice, Act ii. Scene 7.

It was about this time that the stranger deemed it advisable to commence his retreat. The slight and suppressed sound of voices, which at first he had heard above in the conversation of the father and child, had died away. The stillness at once encouraged and warned him. He stole to the front-door, softly undid the bolt, and found the door locked and the key missing. He had not observed that during his repast, and ere his suspicions had been aroused, his host, in replacing the bar and relocking the entrance, had abstracted the key. His fears were now confirmed. His next thought was the window- the shutter only protected it half way, and was easily removed; but the aperture

of the lattice, which only opened in part, like most cottage casements, was far too small to admit his person. His only means of escape was in breaking the whole window; a matter not to be effected without noise and consequent risk.

He paused in despair. He was naturally of a strong-nerved and gallant temperament, nor unaccustomed to those perils of life and limb which German students delight to brave; but his heart well nigh failed him at that moment. The silence became distinct and burthensome to him, and a chill moisture gathered to his brow. While he stood irresolute and in suspense, striving to collect his thoughts, his ear, preternaturally sharpened by fear, caught the faint muffled sound of creeping footstepshe heard the stairs creak. The sound broke the spell. The previous vague apprehension gave way, when the danger became actually at hand. His presence of mind returned at once. He went back quickly to the fire-place, seized the poker, and began stirring the fire, and coughing loud, and indicating as vigorously as possible that he was wide awake.

He felt that he was watched- he felt that he was in momently peril. He felt that the appearance of slumber would be the signal for a mortal conflict. Time passed, all remained silent; nearly half-an-hour had elapsed since he had heard the steps upon the stairs. His situation began to prey upon his nerves, it irritated them-it became intolerable. It was not now fear that he experienced, it was the overwrought sense of mortal enmity-the consciousness that a man may feel who knows that the eye of a tiger is on him, and who, while in suspense he has regained his courage, foresees that sooner or later the spring must come. The suspense itself becomes an agony, and he desires to expedite the deadly struggle he cannot shun.

Utterly incapable any longer to bear his own sensations, the traveller rose at last, fixed his eyes upon the fatal door, and was about to cry aloud to the listener to enter, when he heard a low tap at the window; it was twice repeated; and at the third time a low voice pronounced the name of Darvil. It was clear, then, that accomplices had arrived; it was no longer against one man he should have to contend. He drew his breath hard, and listened with throbbing ears. He heard steps without upon the plashing soil; they retired, all was still.

He paused a few minutes, and walked deliberately and firmly to the inner door at which he fancied his host stationed; with a steady hand he attempted to undo the bolt; it was fastened on the opposite side. "So!" said he, bitterly, and grinding his teeth; "I must die like a rat in a cage. Well, I'll die biting."

He returned to his former post, drew himself up to his full height, and stood grasping his homely weapon, prepared for

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