out into the hall there. I'll fetch the doctor to you. Found a woman in the snow—and think's she's dead,' he added, speaking low to the Squire. 'Better say as little about it as possible: it will shock the ladies. Just tell them a poor woman is ill from cold and hunger. I'll go and fetch Kimble.'
By this time, however, the ladies had pressed forward, curious to know what could have brought the solitary linen-weaver there under such strange circumstances, and interested in the pretty child, who, half alarmed and half attracted by the brightness and the numerous company, now frowned and hid her face, now lifted up her head again and looked round placably, until a touch or a coaxing word brought back the frown, and made her bury her face with new determination.
'What child is it?' said several ladies at once, and, among the rest, Nancy Lammeter, addressing Godfrey.
'I don't know—some poor woman's who has been found in the snow, I believe,' was the answer Godfrey wrung from himself with a terrible effort. ('After all, am I certain?' he hastened to add, silently, in anticipation of his own conscience.)
'Why, you'd better leave the child here, then. Master Marner,' said good-natured Mrs. Kimble, hesitating, however, to take those dingy clothes into contact with her own ornamented satin bodice. 'I'll tell one o' the girls to fetch it.'
'No—no—I can't part with it, I can't let it go,' said Silas, abruptly. 'It's come to me—I've a right to keep it.'
