ments are numbered—your doom sealed! Be we two together in a desert—not a human eye to see the deed—not a human ear to receive my groan, and still I should stand by your side unharmed. I, who have returned the wrongs received from you by vigilant, untiring benefits—I, who have saved you from so many enemies and so many dangers—I, who, now, when all the rest of earth shun you, when all other resource fails—I, who now say to you, 'Share my income, but be honest!'—I receive injury from that hand! No; the guilt would be too unnatural—Heaven would not permit it. Try, and your arm will fall palsied by your side!"
Jasper's bloodshot eyes dropped beneath the woman's fixed and scorching gaze, and his lips, white and tremulous, refused to breathe the fierce curse into which his brutal nature concentrated its fears and its hate. He walked on in gloomy silence; but some words she had let fall suggested a last resort to his own daring.
She had urged him to quit the Old World for the New, but that had been the very proposition conveyed to him from Darrell. If that proposition, so repugnant to the indolence that had grown over him, must be embraced, better, at least, sail forth alone, his own master, than be the dependent slave of this abhorred and persecuting benefactress. His despair gave him the determination he had hitherto lacked. He would seek Darrell himself and make the best compromise he could. This resolve passed into his mind as he stalked on through the yellow fog, and his nerves recovered from their irritation, and his thoughts regained something of their ancient craft, as the idea of escaping from Mrs. Crane's vigilance and charity assumed a definite shape.
"Well," said he, at length, dissimulating his repugnance, and with an effort at his old half-coaxing, half-rollicking tones, "you certainly are the best of creatures, and, as you say,
'Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
I ne'er could injure you,'
ungrateful dog though I must seem, and very likely am, I own I have a horror of Australia—such a long sea-voyage! New scenes no longer attract me; I am no longer young, though I ought to be, but, if you insist on it, and will really condescend to accompany me, in spite of all my sins to you, why, I can make up my mind. And as to honesty, ask those infernal rascals who, you say, would swear away my life, and they will tell you that I have been as innocent as a lamb since my return to England;
