SUSAN GRAY. 83

“Why, how now, Susan?” said she, “ wast
frightened, child, at being left alone last night?
Could you not rest well by yourself?” And
then she laughed aloud.

I turned to her with a look which made her
start, and, shaking her hand from my-arm,
‘© Wicked, abandoned woman,” I said, ‘‘ can
you think that I do not see through your arts?
God will one day avenge my cause; that great
God who has hitherto protected me, an help-
less orphan, from all danger, will not long suf-
fer such crimes as those, of which you have
been guilty, to remain unpunished.”

She was silent.

“©O Lord God! I thank thee,” I said, rais-
ing up my hands to heaven, ‘for having, at
length, opened my eyes, and shewn me the
dangers of my situation: henceforward, O my
Father, 1 will trust only in thee, and confide
no longer in wicked people, who can plan my
destruction, and would rejoice in my downfal.”

‘‘ And pray, Susan,” said my mistress, ‘‘ who
are these wicked people, of whom you speak?”

“Those,” I said, ** who could leave me last
night.”

She affected to be surprised, and said, “ Bless
me! is all this uproar about my being kept
out last night? Why, Susan, must I send to
ask you leave, if, by chance, I am kept from
-home a night?”

’ By what means did the Captain know,”
said I, “that you were from home?”
- “The Captain!” said she; “ what of him?”

“Do you not know,” said I, “ that he came