Distrust, the very feeling I dreaded, appeared in Hannah's face. "I'll give you a piece of bread," she said, after a pause; "but we can't take in a vagrant to lodge. It isn't likely."

     "Do let me speak to your mistresses."

     "No, not I. What can they do for you? You should not be roving about now; it looks very ill."

     "But where shall I go if you drive me away? What shall I do?"

     "Oh, I'll warrant you know where to go and what to do. Mind you don't do wrong, that's all. Here is a penny; now go--"

     "A penny cannot feed me, and I have no strength to go farther. Don't shut the door:--oh, don't, for God's sake!"

     "I must; the rain is driving in--"

     "Tell the young ladies. Let me see them--"

     "Indeed, I will not. You are not what you ought to be, or you wouldn't make such a noise. Move off."

     "But I must die if I am turned away."