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“No, no,” said little Ruth, darting up, and seizing her hands. “Never thee fear; it’s good news, Eliza,- go in, go in!” And she gently pushed her to the door, which closed after her; and then, turning round, she caught little Harry in her arms, and began kissing him. “Thee’ll see thy father, little one. Does thee know it? Thy father is coming,” she said, over and over again, as the boy looked wonderingly at her. Meanwhile within the door, another scene was going on. Rachel Halliday drew Eliza toward her, and said, “The Lord hath had mercy on thee, daughter; thy husband hath escaped from the house of bondage.” The blood flushed to Eliza’s cheek in a sudden glow, and went back to her heart with as sudden a rush. She sat down, pale and faint. “Have courage, child,” said Rachel, laying her hand on her head. “He is among friends, who will bring him here to-night.” “To-night!” Eliza repeated, “to-night!” The words lost all meaning to her; her head was dreamy and confused; all was mist for a moment. When she awoke, she found herself snugly tucked up on the bed, with a blan- ket over her, and little Ruth rubbing her hands with camphor. She opened her eyes in a state of dreamy, delicious languor, such as one has who has long been bear- ing a heavy load, and now feels it gone, and would rest. The tension of the nerves, which had never ceased a moment since the first hour of her flight, had given way, and a strange feeling of security and rest came over her; and, as she |
