ABSTRACT
Mrs. Sedgley, during her sojourn at Bristol, inhabited a small cottage near the hanging woods on the summit of those cliffs which tower above the slow-winding Avon, opposite the wells. The sight of lord Francis had nearly driven her to despair; and at the moment when Mrs. Morley discovered her on the tremendous precipice, she was waiting for a boat which she had engaged, in consequence of having seen them the preceding evening, and which was to convey her secretly across the channel to Chepstow.73
