Ashestoodinthedoorway，thepooroldcarewornwaywornwomanburstintotears，andclaspedherhands，asifinaveryagonysheprayedtohim。
\'AsI\'vetoldyou，Master，I\'vethebestoffriends。ThisletterwillshowhowtrueIspoke，andtheywillbethankfulforme。\'
TheDeputyLockopenedtheletterwithagraveface，whichunderwentnochangeasheeyeditscontents。Butitmighthavedone，ifhecouldhavereadthem。
\'Whatamountofsmallchange，Missis，\'hesaid，withanabstractedair，afteralittlemeditation，\'mightyoucallamorselofmoney?\'
Hurriedlyemptyingherpocket，oldBettylaiddownonthetable，ashilling，andtwosixpennypieces，andafewpence。