Amy had been looking up at her
anxiously; when she saw the tenderness of her look, she gathered courage
and followed her. Outside, Hester stopped, and Amy again closed the
door.
"You _will_ forgive him, won't you, miss?" she said pitifully,
"What do you want me to forgive him for, Amy?" asked Hester, suppressing
her tears.
"I don't know, miss. You seemed angry with him. I don't know what to
make of it. Sometimes I feel certain it must have been his illness
coming on that made him weak in his head and talk foolishness; and
sometimes I wonder whether he has really been doing anything wrong."
"He must have been doing something wrong, else how should _you_ be
here, Amy?" said Hester with hasty judgment.
"He never told me, miss: or of course I would have done what I could to
prevent it," answered Amy, bewildered. "We were so happy, miss, till
then! and we've never had a moment's peace since! That's why we came
here--to be where nobody would find us. I wonder how he came to know the
place!"
"Do _you_ not know where you are then, Amy?"
"No, miss; not in the least. I only know where to buy the things we
need.
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