"You've done me good," she said, "and I shall tell David next time I
write to him."
"Dear, dear!" said Ann Holland, with a tone of surprise and pleasure in
her voice, "couldn't I do something better for you? Couldn't I just go
over to Master Charlie's school, and take him a cake and a little whip
out of the shop? It would do me good, worlds of good; and he'd be glad,
poor little fellow! Mr. Chantrey's so good to my poor brother; he'd save
him from drink if he'd be saved, I know. I'd do anything for your sake
or Mr. Chantrey's. But there's Mrs. Bolton coming out of the church, and
I've a little business with her; so I'll say good-day to you now, Mrs.
Chantrey."
If at this point of her life Sophy Chantrey could have been removed from
the daily temptations which beset her, most probably she would not have
fallen lower into the degrading sin, which was quickly becoming a habit.
Until her husband's enforced absence, she had been so carefully hedged
in by the numberless small barriers of a girl's sphere, so guided and
managed for by those about her, that it had been hardly possible for any
sore temptation to come near her.
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