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Show UFlO: AMONG THE l,OWI.Y. 199 It isn't the first time I've been out in the night, carrying water to such ns you." "Thank you, ~fissis," said Tom, when he had done drinking. "Don't ca.H me ~Iissis! I'm a misern.ble sln.vc, like yourself,- a. lower one than you can ever be!" said she, bitterly; "but now," said she, going to the door, and dragging in a small pallaise, over which she had spread linen cloths wet with cold water, "try, my poor fcHow, to roll yourself on to this." StilT with wounds and bruises, Tom was a long time in accomplishing this movement; but, when done, he felt a sensible relief from the cooling application to his wounds. The woman, whom long pr::teticc with the victims of brutality had made familiar with many healing arts, went on to make many applications to ~rom's wounds, by means of which he was soon somewhat relieved. "Now," snid the woman, when she had raised his head on a roll of damaged cotton, which served for a pillo,,.., "there's the best I can do for you." Tom thanked her; and the woman, sitting down on the floor, drew up her knees, and embracing them with her arms, looked fixedly before her, with a bitter and painful expression of countenance. Her bonnet fell back, and long wavy streams of black hair fell around her singular and mebn. choly face. " It 's no use, my poor fellow! " she broke out, at h st, "it 's of no usc, thi~ you've been trying to do. You were a bm1'e fellow,- you haJ the right on your side; but it 's all in vain, and out of the question, for you to struggle. You arc in the de vii's hands;- l10 is the strongest, and you must give up!'' |