How sweet and sad! --Do so my poor child. Where there is suffering, there is duty. Grose, but she was there most for Flora; and no moment of my monstrous time was perhaps so extraordinary as that in which I consciously threw out to her-- with the sense that, pale and ravenous demon as she was, she would catch and understand it--an inarticulate message of gratitude. They turned to the left and walked on as before.