The night had set in dark and chilling, as Frances Wharton, with a beating heart but light step, moved through the little garden that lay behind the farmhouse which had been her brother's prison, and took her way to the foot of the mountain, where she had seen the figure of him she supposed to be the peddler.
Goldsmith Már leszállt a sötét és hűvös este, amikor Frances Wharton dobogó szívvel, de könnyű léptekkel átvágott a kis kerten, fivérének nem régi börtöne mögött, s megindult a hegy felé, amelyen előzőleg a házalót vélte felfedezni.