Notwithstanding the coldness of mcarstrows nature, his feelings are moved by the womanly appearance of the wench, as he calls her, when addressing the warden. There is something in the means by which so fair a creature is reduced to merchandise he cannot altogether reconcile. Were it not for what habit and education can do, it would be repulsive to nature in its crudest state. But it is according to law, that inhuman law which is tolerated in a free country. I want you to go with me, and you will see your young missis, says mcarstrow, shrugging his shoulders. He is half inclined to let his