' They cannot let their poor souls alone a minute; and they
pester one day and night with the millennium; as if we shall not all be
dead long before that. But the worst is, they apply the language of
earthly passion to the Saviour of mankind, and make one's flesh creep at
their blasphemies; so coarse, so familiar: like that rude multitude which
thronged and pressed Him when on earth. But, after all, she came to the
church, and took my Julia's part; so that shows she has _principle;_ and
do pray spare me her feelings in any step you take against that
dishonourable person her father. I must go back to his victim, my poor,
poor child--I dare not leave her long. Oh, Doctor, such a night! and, if
she dozes for a minute, it is to wake with a scream and tell me she sees
him dead: sometimes he is drowned; sometimes stained with blood, but
always dead."
This evening Mr. Hardie came along in a fly with his luggage on the box,
returning to Musgrove Cottage as from Yorkshire: in passing Albion Villa
he cast it a look of vindictive triumph. He got home and nodded by the
fire in his character of a man wearied by a long journey.
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