d of
sob; then releasing his arm, she said,

"There isn't anywhere."

"No house in the city?"

She shook her head.

"If you will let me, I will take you to a safe and quiet
place; and as soon as possible away from the city."

"When?"

"When from here? -- Now, -- as soon as you can be ready."

Elizabeth's eye wandered vaguely towards the table like a
person in a maze.

"Mayn't I go up stairs again?" she said, her eye coming back
to his.

"I would rather you did not."

She gave way then and sat down covering her face with her
hands. And sobs as violent as her tremblings had been, held
her for a little while. The moment she could, she rose up and
looked up again, throwing off her tears as it were, though a
sob now and then even while she was speaking interrupted her
breath.

"But Mr. Winthrop -- the house, --how can I go and leave it with
everything in it?"

"I will take care, if you will trust me."

"I will trust you," she said with running tears. "But you? --"

"I will take care of it and you too. -- I will try to."

"That was not what I meant --"

"I am safe," he said.

He gently seated her; and then going off to Clam at the other
side of the room he bade her fetch her mistress's bonnet and
shawl. He himself put them on, and taking her arm in his, they
went forth of the house.

CHAPTER IX.

The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows flee;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
Stains the clear radiance of Eternity,
Until Death shiver it to atoms.
SHELLEY.

The dawn of the summer morning was just flushing up over the
city, when Winthrop and his trembling companion came out of
the house. The flush came up upon a fair blue sky, into which
little curls of smoke were here and there stealing; and a
fresh air in the streets as yet held place of the sun's hot
breath. One person felt the refreshment of it, as he descended
the steps of the house and began a rather swift walk up the
Parade. But those were very trembling feet that he had to
guide during that early walk; though his charge was perfectly
quiet. She did not weep at all; she did not speak, nor
question any of his movements. Neither did he speak. He kept a
steady and swift course till they reached Mr. Inchbald's house
in Little South Street, and then only paused to open the door.
He led Elizabeth up-stairs to his own room, and there and not
before took her hand from his arm and plac