which，inmyhurryandtroubleofmind，IforgottotakeoutofthecoachthatbroughtmetoWhitcross。Tothisneighbourhood，then，I
came，quitedestitute。Islepttwonightsintheopenair，andwanderedabouttwodayswithoutcrossingathreshold:buttwiceinthatspaceoftimedidItastefood;anditwaswhenbroughtbyhunger，exhaustion，anddespairalmosttothelastgasp，thatyou，Mr。
Rivers，forbademetoperishofwantatyourdoor，andtookmeundertheshelterofyourroof。Iknowallyoursistershavedoneformesince—forIhavenotbeeninsensibleduringmyseemingtorpor—andIowetotheirspontaneous，genuine，genialcompassionaslargeadebtastoyourevangelicalcharity。\'
\'Don\'tmakehertalkanymorenow，St。John，\'saidDiana，asI
paused;\'sheisevidentlynotyetfitforexcitement。Cometothesofaandsitdownnow，MissElliott。\'