her, would she not be wicked not to catch even at every straw?  But this man had now become so true to her, that she hardly knew how to beg him to do that which she, with all her mistaken feelings, did in truth know that he ought not to do.  He had asked her to marry him, for which,—­though she had refused him,—­she felt infinitely grateful.  And though she had refused him, he had lent her money, and had supported her in her misery by his continued counsel.  If he would offer to do this thing for her she would accept his kindness on her knees,—­but even she could not bring herself to ask to have this added to his other favours.  Her first word to him was about Mr Alf.  &rsquo...