"Do you wish to earn a rich reward, my good friend?" said Thames to the watchman, as soon as they were left alone. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. "And the will?" he said, with forced calmness. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. "The deuce he has! Why, it's only a few hours since I beheld him chained down with half a hundred weight of iron, in the strongest ward at Newgate. "I've won, after all. ” She said, searching for her brassiere under his bed. She went next day to the schools, and her world seemed all made of happiness just worked up roughly into shapes and occasions and duties. And listen, John. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered.
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