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The Christmas Carol, The Chimes, Cricket On the Hearth, Battle Of Life
& The Haunted Man & the Ghosts's Bargain with Illustrations.

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AND THE GHOST'S BARGAIN.                           379
"What do you think I am!" she answered, showing him her face again.
He looked upon the ruined Temple of God, so lately made, so soon disfigured; and something, which was not compassion—for the springs in which a true compassion for such miseries has its rise, were dried up in his breast—but which was nearer to it, for the moment, than any feeling that had lately struggled into the darkening, but not yet wholly darkened, night of his mind— mingled a touch of softness with his next words.
" I am come here to give relief, if I can," he said. " Are you thinking of any wrong ?"
She frowned at him, and then laughed; and then her laugh prolonged itself into a shivering sigh, as she dropped her head again, and hid her fingers in her hair.
" Are you thinking of a wrong ?" he asked once more.
(t I am thinking of my life," she said, with a momentary look at him.
He had a perception that she was one of many, and that he saw the type of thousands, when he saw her, drooping at his feet.
" What are your parents ?" he demanded.
"I had a good home once. My father was a gardener, far away, in the country."
"Is he dead?"
" He's dead to me. All such things are dead to me. You a gentleman, and not know that! " She raised her eyes again, and laughed at him.
" Girl!" said Redlaw, sternly, " before this death, of all such things, was brought about, was there no wrong done to you ? In spite of all that you can do, does no remembrance of wrong cleave to you? Are there not times upon times when it is misery to you?"
So little of what was womanly was left in her appearance, that now, when she burst into tears, he stood amazed. But he was more amazed, and much disquieted, to note that in her awakened recollection of this wrong, the first trace of her old humanity and frozen tenderness appeared to show itself.
He drew a little off, and in doing so, observed that her arms were blaok, her face cut, and her bosom bruised.
"What brutal hand has hurt you so?" he asked.
" My own. I did it myself! " she answered quickly.
" It is impossible."
"I'll swear I did ! He didn't touch me. I did it to myself in a passion, and threw myself down here. He wasn't near me. He never laid a hand upon me !"
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