When she awoke again, broad day was shining through the lofty

openings in the walls, and, stealing in slanting rays but midway down,

seemed to make the building darker than it had been at night. The

clang and tumult were still going on, and the remorseless fires were

burning fiercely as before; for few changes of night and day brought

rest or quiet there.

Her friend parted his breakfast - a scanty mess of coffee and some

coarse bread - with the child and her grandfather, and inquired

whither they were going. She told him that they sought some distant

country place remote from towns or even other villages, and with a

faltering tongue inquired what road they would do best to take.

'I know little of the country,' he said, shaking his head, 'for such as I,

pass all our lives before our furnace doors, and seldom go forth to

breathe. But there are such places yonder.'

'And far from here?' said Nell.

'Aye surely. How could they be near us, and be green and fresh? The

road lies, too, through miles and miles, all lighted up by fires like ours

a strange black road, and one that would frighten you by night.'

'We are here and must go on,' said the child boldly; for she saw that

the old man listened with anxious ears to this account.

Rough people - paths never made for little feet like yours - a dismal

blighted way - is there no turning back, my child!'

'There is none,' cried Nell, pressing forward. 'If you can direct us, do. If

not, pray do not seek to turn us from our purpose. Indeed you do not

know the danger that we shun, and how right and true we are in

flying from it, or you would not try to stop us, I am sure you would

not.'

God forbid, if it is so!' said their uncouth protector, glancing from the

eager child to her grandfather, who hung his head and bent his eyes

upon the ground. 'I'll direct you from the door, the best I can. I wish I

could do more.'

He showed them, then, by which road they must leave the town, and

what course they should hold when they had gained it. He lingered so

long on these instructions, that the child, with a fervent blessing, tore

herself away, and stayed to hear no more.

But, before they had reached the corner of the lane, the man came

running after them, and, pressing her hand, left something in it - two

old, battered, smoke-encrusted penny pieces. Who knows but they

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