"See," said Lester, "one of the eyesores of our village, (I might say) the only discontented person."
"What! Dame Darkmans!" said Ellinor, quickly. "Ah! let us turn back. I hate to encounter that old woman; there is something so evil and savage in her manner of talk—and look, how she rates that poor girl, whom she has dragged or decoyed to assist her!"
Aram looked curiously on the old hag. "Poverty," said he, "makes some humble, but more malignant; is it not want that grafts the devil on this poor woman's nature? Come, let us accost her—I like conferring with distress."
"It is hard labour this?" said the Student gently.
The old woman looked up askant—the music of the voice that addressed her sounded harsh on her ear.
"Ay, ay!" she answered. "You fine gentle-folks can know what the poor suffer; ye talk and ye talk, but ye never assist."
"Say not so, Dame," said Lester; "did I not send you but yesterday bread and money? and
