“But, mother,” interrupted Esther, “only think of it–the safety of Emily and the children were depending on it–we mustn’t be selfish.” “He shouldn’t have gone had I been here–he’s no business to expose himself in this way.” “Any news of your father?” she asked, in a tone of anxiety.Įsther endeavoured to conceal her own apprehensions, and rejoined, in as cheerful tone as she could assume–“Not yet, mother–it’s too dark for us to expect him yet–he’ll remain most likely until daylight.” Whilst she was speaking, her mother entered the room. “I can’t help feeling dreadfully oppressed and anxious,” continued she. “He’s no doubt been very cautious, and avoided meeting any one–don’t worry yourself, my child, ’tis most likely he remained with them wherever they went probably they are at the house of some of their neighbours.” I think he’s safe enough somewhere,” said Mr. “It’s pitchy dark,” she exclaimed, “and yet almost five o’clock. Opening the window, she looked to see if she could discover any signs of day. Esther Ellis, devoured with anxiety respecting the safety of her father and the Garies, paced with impatient step up and down the drawing-room.
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