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she is overwhelmed by shame and disgrace, for having wickedly persevered in telling a wicked lie, which she probably thought would never be detected. But liars never escape detection; sooner or later they fall into their own snares." Jenny, loudly sobbing, now fell down upon her knees to ask forgiveness; but my Lord, waving his hand, bade her instantly leave the room, and deliver up to his mother's maid all that she had in her charge. "Nor dare, upon your life," cried he, "to approach this boy, or to speak one single word to him while you live. Go, vile woman,—had I known your character, I should sooner have seen him in his grave, than placed him under your care!"
I was really sorry for the poor girl, and was bold enough to intercede for her, but to no purpose. My Lord was inflexible: "for a liar," he said, "could have no good principle." "His Lordship acts wisely, and nobly," cried Miss Osburne; "and now that no doubt can rest upon
