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An now, Isaac' the hoarse voice began to tremble 'now there's two suverins left, and one 'arf-crown out o' seventy-one pound fower an sixpence seventy-one pound, Isaac! Yo'll get it out on 'er, Isaac, yer will, won't yer? He looked up, imploring. Isaac, after the first violent start, stood absolutely motionless, Saunders observing him.
John stood stock-still at the word 'sovereigns, his jaw dropping. 'Suverins! he said, trembling; 'suverins? Bessie ain't got no suverins. Isaac arns sixteen shillin a week. The colour was ebbing fast from his cheek and lips. Watson threw him a quick professional glance, then rapidly consulted with himself. No; he decided to hold his tongue.
"Yo' are reg'lar used up," he said, taking hold of the old fellow kindly by the arm. "Shall I walk yer up the hill?" John withdrew himself. "Suverins!" he repeated, in a low, hoarse voice. "She ain't got 'em, I tell yer she ain't got 'em!" The last words rose to a sort of cry, and, without another word to Watson, the old man started at a feeble run, his head hanging.
Changin suverins, 'as she? we'll soon know about that yo 'elp me down, I tell yer. And with her assistance he hobbled down the stairs, hardly able to stand. Mary Anne's eyes were starting out of her head with fear and agitation, and the children were staring at the old man as he came tottering into the kitchen, when a sound at the outer door made them all turn.
It's sixpence 'ere, an sixpence there, allus dribblin, an dribblin, out ov 'er. I've allus tole 'er as she'll end 'er days on the parish. 'Sixpences! said Watson, with a laugh. 'It's not sixpences as Mrs. Costrell's 'ad the spendin of this last month or two it's suverins an plenty ov 'em. You may be sure you've got the wrong tale about the money, John; it wor a deal more nor you say.
'Yo are reg'lar used up, he said, taking hold of the old fellow kindly by the arm. 'Shall I walk yer up the hill? John withdrew himself. 'Suverins! he repeated, in a low hoarse voice. 'She ain't got 'em, I tell yer she ain't got 'em! The last words rose to a sort of cry, and without another word to Watson the old man started at a feeble run, his head hanging.
"Where's Bessie, I tell yer? Where's the huzzy gone? I'll have the law on 'er! I'll make 'er give it up by the Lord I will!" "John, what is it? John, my dear!" cried Mary Anne, supporting him, and terrified lest he should pitch headlong down the stairs. "Yo' 'elp me down," he said violently. "We'll find 'er we'll wring it out ov 'er the mean, thievin' vagabond! Changin' suverins, 'as she?
John stood stock still at the word "sovereigns," his jaw dropping. "Suverins," he said trembling; "suverins? Bessie ain't got no suverins. Isaac arns sixteen shillin' a week." The colour was ebbing fast from his cheek and lips. Watson threw him a quick, professional glance, then rapidly consulted with himself. No; he decided to hold his tongue.
'Tim, if yer'll go away an hold yer tongue, I'll give yer five o' them suverins, and not tell yer father nothin. 'Five on 'em? he said, grinning. 'Five on 'em, eh? And dipping his hands into the box he began deliberately shovelling the whole hoard into his trousers and waistcoat pocket. Bessie flung herself upon him.
Bessie began to cry feebly the crying of a lost soul. "Tim, if yer'll go away an' hold yer tongue, I'll give yer five o' them suverins, and not tell yer father nothin'." "Five on 'em?" he said, grinning. "Five on 'em, eh?" And, dipping his hands into the box, he began deliberately shovelling the whole hoard into his trousers and waist-coat pockets. Bessie flung herself upon him.
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