CHAPTER XXXI.
When Bet got to Liverpool she went straight to Paradise Row. She
intended to spend the night with Mother Bunch, to borrow a little money
from her, and to return to Warrington by an early train in the morning.
It was about half-past nine when she reached the Irishwoman's house.
There was considerable noise and merriment going on within, and Bet
heard the scraping of a fiddle, the air of an Irish jig, and the tap-tap
of feet as they danced on the floor. She paused, with a sense of dismay
stealing over her. Her nerves were highly-strung--she was in an
excited, exalted state, and the loud mirth was particularly uncongenial.
She wondered if she could slip upstairs unperceived--she wondered if
her old attic were still unoccupied. The door of Mother Bunch's room
was wide open--bright light streamed into the passage; but Bet making
a dart rushed past the door, and went up the dark, broken, dangerous
stairs. She reached the old attic, and then started back with an
expression of dismay.
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