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Intendant, who would have rushed up the ladder into the flames, had be not been held by some of the men. "My daughter! my child!—burnt—burnt to death!" exclaimed he, his hands.
At that moment, a voice in the crowd called out, "There were four burnt at Arnwood!"
"God of Heaven!" exclaimed Mr. Heatherstone, falling down into a swoon, in which state he was carried to a neighbouring cottage.
Meanwhile, the supply of water enabled Edward to put out the fire altogether: the furniture of the room was burnt, but the fire bad extended no further; and when Edward was satisfied that there was no more danger, he descended the ladder, and left it to others to see that all was safe. He then called Oswald to him, and desired that he would accompany him to the stable.
"Oh, Sir," replied Oswald, "this is dreadful! and such a sweet young lady too."
"She is safe and well," replied Edward, "I think so, at least. I brought her down the ladder, and put her in the stable, before I attempted to put out the fire. See, there she is; she has not recovered yet from her swoon. Bring some water. She breathes! thank God! There, that will do, Oswald, she is recovering. Now let us cover her up in your cloak, and carry her to your cottage. We will recover her there."
Oswald folded up the still unconscious girl in his cloak, and carried her away in his arms, followed by Edward.
As soon as they arrived at the cottage, the inmates of which were all busy at the keeper's lodge, they put her on a bed, and very soon restored her to consciousness.
"Where is my father?" cried Patience, as soon as she was sufficiently recovered.
"He is safe and well, Miss," replied Oswald.
"Is the house burnt down?"
