This historic book may have numerous typos or missing text. Not indexed. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1853. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VIII. And so in this fair world she stood alone, An alien 'mid the ever-moving crowd, A wandering stranger, nameless and unknown, Her claim to human kindness disallowed. MRS. NORTON. THE SEALS MY AUNT ARRESTED--DETAILS OF HER IMPRISONMENT--TRIALS AND EXERTIONS WHICH I HAD TO UNDERGO--MODE OF LIFE OF THE PRISONERS COOKERY. The commissaries of the section came to affix their seals to my aunt's effects, and the day on which this operation was performed was the last of my education. From that moment, the passing events were my only instructors. I still took lessons of English, but my drawing lessons had come to an end, owing to the flight of M. Villone, too worthy a man to escape suspicion, and who moreover had served during the siege. He had left in my hands by accident a little engraving of Challier, which suddenly met the eyes of the commissioners, causing them so much the greater surprise that they had not before known of its existence. Their admiration vented itself in loud exclamations, and for the moment superseding every other thought, they at once dispatched it to the section, where great joy was expressed at sight of the portrait of this martyr of liberty. The commissioners stood upon no ceremony in applying the seals. I heard them speaking quite openly of the different articles of furniture which happened to suit them in the houses they had already visited, and making concessions to each other at our expense. They stationed in our house, as keeper of the seals, a little old man with a wig, who wore a grey coat, held in his hand a cane with an ivory handle, and assumed airs of great importance. After having given him their instructions, they turned to my aunt, and said: "The Citizen Forfit is to eat at your table, to sit in your room, and to...