"
"We have cause to bless it," said Gerard. "I thought it then
something to serve a gentleman; and as for my daughter, she,
by their goodness, was brought up in holy walls, which have
made her what she is."
"Nature made her what she is," said Stephen in a low voice,
and speaking not without emotion. Then he continued, in a
louder and brisker tone, "But this Hatton--you know nothing of
his whereabouts?"
"Never heard of him since. I had indeed about a year after my
father's death, cause to enquire after him; but he had quitted
Mowbray, and none could give me tidings of him. He had lived
I believe on our law-suit, and vanished with our hopes."
After this, there was silence; each was occupied with his
thoughts, while the influence of the soft night and starry
hour induced to contemplation.
"I hear the murmur of the train," said the Religious.
"'Tis the up-train," said her father. "We have yet a quarter
of an hour; we shall be in good time."
So saying, he guided the pony to where some lights indicated
the station of the railway, which here crossed the moor.
There was just time to return the pony to the person at the
station from whom it had been borrowed, and obtain their
tickets, when the bell of the down-train sounded, and in a few
minutes the Religious and her companions were on their way to
Mowbray, whither a course of two hours carried them.
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