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`` You will confer a great favour on me , '' he answered . So she refreshed her memory by a mental review of _ Paradise Lost _ over her embroidery frame , and was ready with Adam 's morning hymn , which was much relished . Compliments on her elocution soon were turned by her into the praise of `` sister , '' and as she became more at ease , the strange man in the dark listened with evident delight to her pretty fresh prattle about sister and brother , and father and home . Thus it had become a daily custom that she should spend the time between half past seven and nine in the company of the prisoner of darkness , and she was beginning to look forward to it as the event of the day . She scarcely expected to be sent for on Sunday evening , but Jumbo came as usual with the invitation , and she was far from sorry to quit a worm-eaten Baxter 's _ Saints ' Rest _ which she had dutifully borrowed from Mrs. Aylward . `` Well , my fair visitor , '' said the voice which had acquired a tone of pleased anticipation , `` what mental repast has your goodness provided ? '' `` It is Sunday , sir . ''