female attendant of blind Alice, and by two wood cutters, whom he had summoned from their occupation to his assistance. His joy at seeing his daughter safe, overcame the surprise with which he would at another time have beheld her hanging as familiarly on the arm of a stranger, as she might have done upon his own.
"Lucy, my dear Lucy, are you safe?—are you well?" were the only words that broke from him as he embraced her in ecstacy.
"I am well, sir, thank God, and still more that I see you so;—but this gentleman," she said, quitting his arm, and shrinking from him, "what must he think of me?" and her eloquent blood, flushing over neck and brow, spoke how much she was ashamed of the freedom with which she had craved, and even compelled his assistance.
"This gentleman," said Sir William Ashton, "will, I trust, not regret the trouble
