`Doyouknowhowmuchmoneythereisinthatthing？’heasked，asifaddressingslowlysomehob—goblinsittingbetweentheearsofthehorse。
`No，’saidMrsVerloc。`Hegaveittome。Ididn’tcount。Ithoughtnothingofitatthetime。Afterwards——’
Shemovedherrighthandalittle。Itwassoexpressivethatlittlemovementofthatrighthandwhichhadstruckthedeadlyblowintoaman’sheartlessthananhourbeforethatOssiponcouldnotrepressashudder。
Heexaggerateditthenpurposely，andmuttered:
`Iamcold。Igotchilledthrough。’