, but her face was immovable, and
she did not speak. She could not give up her hope, her chance, her
liberty till to-morrow.

"God help me," said he, mournfully, "my words do not touch her;"
and, still holding her hand, he sank back on the pillows. Indeed,
it was true that his words did not vibrate in her atmosphere. The
storm-spirit raged there, and filled her heart with the thought that
she was an outcast; and the holy words, "for His sake," were answered
by the demon, who held possession, with a blasphemous defiance of the
merciful God:

"What have I to do with Thee?"

He thought of every softening influence of religion which over his
own disciplined heart had power, but put them aside as useless. Then
the still small voice whispered, and he spake:

"In your mother's name, whether she be dead or alive, I command you
to stay here until I am able to speak to you."

She knelt down at the foot of the sofa, and shook it with her sobs.
Her heart was touched, and he hardly dared to speak again. At length
he said:

"I know you will not go--you could not--for her sake. You will not,
will you?"

"No," whispered Ruth; and then there was a great blank in her heart.
She had given up her chance. She was calm, in the utter absence of
all hope.

"And now you will do what I tell you," said he, gently, but,
unconsciously to himself, in the tone of one who has found the hidden
spell by which to rule spirits.

She slowly said, "Yes." But she was subdued.

He called Mrs Hughes. She came from her adjoining shop.

"You have a bedroom within yours, where your daughter used to sleep,
I think? I am sure you will oblige me, and I shall consider it as
a great favour, if you will allow this young lady to sleep there
to-night. Will you take her there now? Go, my dear. I have full trust
in your promise not to leave until I can speak to you." His voice
died away to silence; but as Ruth rose from her knees at his bidding,
she looked at his face through her tears. His lips were moving in
earnest, unspoken prayer, and she knew it was for her.

That night, although his pain was relieved by rest, he could not
sleep; and, as in fever, the coming events kept unrolling themselves
before him in every changing and fantastic form. He met Ruth in all
possible places and ways, and addressed her in every manner he could
imagine most calculated to move and affect her to penitence and
virtue. Towards morning he fell asleep, but the same thoughts h