PART FOUR - LIFE AT MOOR HOUSE
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Finding a Home

It was getting dark again, and I was alone on the moor. Suddenly I saw a small light nearby. [-----1-----], so I decided to try and find it. And finally I arrived at the house. Standing by the door, I could see into a small window. An old woman and two young ladies were sitting by the fire. The room looked so bright and clean and the women looked so kind that I decided to ask for their help. The old woman opened the door, but she would not let me speak to the young ladies. She closed the door firmly, [-----2-----]. I fell on to the wed doorstep, worn out and hopeless. No one would help me, and [-----3-----]. But the young ladies' brother found me, when he came home a few minutes later. He brought me into the house, where the ladies gave me a meal and asked my name.
"Jane Elliott," I replied. I did not want anybody to know who I was, or where I had come from. Finally the took me upstairs to a bedroom, and I fell into a warm, dry bed.