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"My good lady, whatever was toldhis hand up to screen that secret

"Theood-lucksome relief in this communication

"Hopes are often delusive," said Mr Tru across at the Vincys, and then

back to the side of her sister Martha

"It's wonderful how close poor Peter was," she said, in the saht have had on his mind I

only hope and trust he wasn't a worse liver than we think of, Martha"

Poor Mrs Cranch was bulky, and, breathing asth her re, that even her whispers were loud and liable to

sudden bursts like those of a deranged barrel-organ

"I never _was_ covetous, Jane," she replied; "but I have six children

and have buried three, and I didn't marry into money The eldest, that

sits there, is but nineteen--so I leave you to guess And stock always

short, and land ed and prayed; it's

been to God above; though where there's one brother a bachelor and the

other childless after twice lanced at the passive face of Mr Rigg, and

had taken out his snuff-box and tapped it, but had put it again