"Oh, I should not fear. I should rest. I think these are the ministering angels."
Mrs. Meyrick wanted to lead her to seat, but again hanging back gently, the poor weary thing spoke as if with a scruple at being received without a further account of herself.

"Oh, I should not fear. I think these are the ministering angels."
Mrs. Meyrick wanted to lead her to a seat, but hanging back gently, the poor weary thing spoke as if needing to give a further account of herself.
