w, Cary, that
Scripture forbids us to betray a fugitive? And all the noblest
instincts of human nature forbid it too."

"I know all one's feelings are against it," said I, "but I did not know
that there was anything about it in the Bible."

"Look in the twenty-third of Deuteronomy," replied Ephraim, "the
fifteenth verse. The passage itself refers to a slave, but it must be
equally applicable to a political fugitive."

"I will look," I answered. "But tell me, Ephraim, can nothing be done
for Angus?"

"If it can, it will be done," he made answer.

He said no more, but from his manner I could not but fancy that somebody
was trying to do something.

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I never had two letters at once, by the same post, in my life: but this
morning two came--one from Flora, and one from my Aunt Kezia. Flora's
is not long: it says that she and Annas have reached the Isle of Wight
in safety, and were but three hours a-crossing from Portsmouth; and she
begs me, if I can obtain it, to send her some news of Angus. My Lady De
Lannoy was extreme kind to them both, and Flora says she is very
comfortable, and would be quite happy but for her anxiety about my Uncle
Drummond and Angus. My Uncle Drummond has not writ once, and she is
very fearful lest some ill have befallen him.

My Aunt Kezia's letter is long, and full of good counsel, which I am
glad to have, for I do find the world a worse place than I thought it,
and yet not in the way I expected. She warns me to have a care lest my
tongue get me into trouble; and that is one of the dangers I find, and
did not look for. Father is well, and all other friends: and I am not
to be surprised if I should hear of Sophy's marriage. Fanny gets on
very well, and makes a better housekeeper than my Aunt Kezia expected.
But I have spent much thought over the last passage of her letter, and I
do not like it at all:--

"Is Hatty yet in Charles Street? We have had but one letter from the
child in all this time, and that was short and told nothing. I hope you
see her often, and can give us some tidings. Squire Bracewell writ to
your father a fortnight gone that he was weary of dwelling alone, and as
the Prince's army is in retreat, he thinks it now safe to have the girls
home. If this be so, we shall soon have Hatty here. I have writ to
her, by your father's wish, that she is not to tarry behind."

I cried aloud when I c