to which ſhe had invited the ſpiritual protector of the ſex, who had promiſed to bring a can of table wine; intending to give Stephen, when the good chear had warmed his heart, an account of his wife’s windfall, and to explain the conditions according to which he ſhould be allowed to partake. Towards evening ſhe looked repeatedly from the window, then in her impatience ran out beyond the village, ſtood on tip-toe, and lifted up her ſloe-black eyes towards the road in great anxiety, on account of his long delay: as night advanced ſhe was extremely alarmed; her fears and apprehenſions followed her to bed, and expelled all thoughts of ſupper out of her head. Not a wink of ſleep cloſed her tear-ſwoln eyes till morning, when ſhe fell into a reſtleſs ſlumber. Poor Stephen in the goat-houſe did not feel a whit more comfortable; in his ſadneſs of heart, and for want of reſt, he thought the night would never be at an end: he was ſo low and creſt-fallen, that he could not
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