Calvert, where is he?"
"Where is he? He is the wretch whom you heard giving me up to
the death; who, after experiencing every mark of affection that a
poor ruined being could confer, and after committing a thousand
atrocities of which she was ignorant, became an informer to save
his diabolical life, and attempted to offer up mine as a sacrifice
for all. We will go by ourselves first, and I will tell you if it
is necessary to send any farther."
The two dames, the very next morning, dressed themselves like
country goodwives, and, hiring two stout ponies furnished with
pillions, they took their journey westward, and the second
evening after leaving Edinburgh they arrived at the village about
two miles below Dalcastle, where they alighted. But Mrs. Logan,
being anxious to have Mrs. Calvert's judgment, without either
hint or preparation, took care not to mention that they were so
near to the end of their journey. In conformity with this plan, she
said, after they had sat a while: "Heigh-ho, but I am weary! What,
suppose we should rest a day here before we proceed farther on
our journey?"
Mrs. Calvert was leaning on the casement and looking out when
her companion addressed these words to her, and by far too much
engaged to return any answer, for her eyes were riveted on two
young men who approached from the farther end of the village;
and at length, turning round her head, she said, with the most
intense interest, "Proceed farther on our journey, did you say?
That we need not do; for, as I live, here comes the very man!"
Mrs.
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