old black man-of-all-work put his head in at the door and said, 'Will
missis come into the kitchen?'

The lady went. Presently she called to her husband, 'I do wish you would
come here a moment.'

He rose and went into the kitchen.

There lay Eliza on two kitchen chairs. Her poor feet were all cut and
bleeding, and she had fainted quite away. The master of the house drew
his breath short, and stood silent.

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His wife and the cook were trying to bring Eliza round. The old
man had Harry on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and
stockings, to warm the little cold feet.

'Poor creature,' said the lady.

Suddenly Eliza opened her eyes. A dreadful look of pain came into her
face. She sprang up saying, 'Oh, my Harry, have they got him?'

As soon as he heard her voice, Harry jumped from the old man's knee, and
running to her side, put up his arms.

'Oh, he's here! he's here,' she said, kissing him. 'Oh, ma'am,' she
went, on turning wildly to the lady of the house, 'do protect us, don't
let them get him.'