always had
whatever wealth could procure. How can you understand the temptations
of the poor? When want and hunger stare us in the face, we have not the
strength to resist that you have in your luxurious homes."
"Pardon me," said Mrs. Clifton, touched by these words, half bitter,
half pathetic; "let me, at any rate, thank you for the service you have
done me now. When you are released from your confinement, come to me.
If you wish to change your mode of life and live honestly henceforth, I
will give you the chance."
"You will!" said Peg, eagerly.
"I will."
"After all the injury I have done you, you will trust me still?"
"Who am I that I should condemn you? Yes, I will trust you, and forgive
you."
"I never expected to hear such words," said Peg, her heart softened, and
her arid eyes moistened by unwonted emotion, "least of all from you. I
should like to ask one thing."
"What is it?"
"Will you let her come and see me sometimes?" she pointed to Ida as
she spoke; "it will remind me that this is not all a dream--these words
which you have spoken."
"She shall come," said Mrs. Clifton, "and I will come too, sometimes."
"Thank you," said Peg.
They left the prison behind them, and returned home.
"Mr. Somerville is in the drawing-room," said the servant. "He wishes to
see you."
Mrs. Clifton's face flushed.
"I will go down," she said. "Ida, you will remain here."
She descended to the drawing-room, and met the man who had injured her.
He had come with the resolve to stake his all upon a single cast. His
fortunes were desperate. Through the mother's love for the daughter whom
she had mourned so long, whom, as he believed he had it in his power
to restore to her, he hoped to obtain her consent to a marriage, which
would retrieve his fortunes, and gratify his ambition.
Mrs. Clifton seated herself quietly. She did not, as usual, offer him
her hand. Full of his own plans, he did not notice this omission.
"How long is it since Ida was lost?" inquired Somerville.
Mrs. Clifton started in some surprise. She had not expected him to
introduce this subject.
"Eight years," she said.
"And you believe she yet lives?"
"Yes, I am certain of it."
John Somerville did not understand her aright. He felt only that a
mother never gives up hope.
"Yet it is a long time," he said.
"It is--a long time to suffer," she said. "How could any one have the
heart to work me this great injury? For eight years
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