"You ought to be thankful, ma'am, that you wan't blowed up, with the
rest of the poor people," said she, kindly, attempting to turn the
lady's attention from her absorbing misery.
"I had rather a thousand times have perished than fallen into the hands
of the villain who rescued me," replied Emily,--it was she,--with a
shudder.
"O, ma'am, they shan't hurt a hair of your head. My old man wouldn't see
such a good cretur as you hurt, for all the world."
"Alas! I fear his power will not avail against this hardened villain."
"Never you fear, ma'am! Two sich popinjays as them couldn't skeer my
Jerry, nohow. Besides, my son, Jim, will be back in an hour or two."
"I fear they cannot aid me."
"Yes, they can. My Jerry alone would turn 'em inside out, if they are
sarcy."
"I can scarcely hope the villains--"
"Softly, lady, softly! do not be harsh!" said Harwell, entering the
apartment in which Emily was, and which was the only one the cabin
contained.
"Mr. Maxwell," said Emily, rising, "if you have any mercy, or pity for
my misfortunes, let me be left alone.
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