Lizzie, however, took one
careful look at the iron box before the girl was sent away.
Crabstick, on this occasion, had not far to go to seek her own couch.
Alongside of Lizzie's larger chamber there was a small room, a dressing-
room with a bed in it, which, for this night, was devoted to Crabstick's
accommodation. Of course she departed from attendance on her mistress by
the door which opened from the one room to the other; but this had no
sooner been closed than Crabstick descended to complete the amusements of
the evening. Lizzie, when she was alone, bolted both the doors on the
inside, and then quickly retired to rest. Some short prayer she said, with
her knees close to the iron box. Then she put certain articles of property
under her pillow, her watch and chain, and the rings from her fingers, and
a packet which she had drawn from her travelling-desk, and was soon in
bed, thinking that, as she fell away to sleep, she would revolve in her
mind that question of the Corsair: would it be good to trust herself and
all her belongings to one who might perhaps take her belongings away, but
leave herself behind? The subject was not unpleasant, and while she was
considering it she fell asleep.
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