midnight
She is the favorite of Him who is crushing me beneath the iron hand of His wrath . '' Thus impious were my thoughts , but no one read them on my pale , drooping brow . Mrs. Linwood praised my filial devotion , my fortitude and heroism . Dr. Harlowe had told her how I had braved the terrors of midnight solitude through the lonely woods , to bring him to a servant 's bedside . Richard Clyde had interested her in my behalf . She told me I had many friends for one so young and so retiring . Oh !