Hestoppedinthehopethatshewouldspeak。Buthergreyhairwasnotmoreimmovableinitstwofolds，thanwereherfirmlips。
’Ifreparationcanbemadetoanyone，ifrestitutioncanbemadetoanyone，letusknowitandmakeit。Nay，mother，ifwithinmymeans，letMEmakeit。Ihaveseensolittlehappinesscomeofmoney；ithasbroughtwithinmyknowledgesolittlepeacetothishouse，ortoanyonebelongingtoit，thatitisworthlesstomethantoanother。Itcanbuymenothingthatwillnotbeareproachandmiserytome，ifIamhauntedbyasuspicionthatitdarkenedmyfather’slasthourswithremorse，andthatitisnothonestlyandjustlymine。’
Therewasabell-ropehangingonthepanelledwall，sometwoorthreeyardsfromthecabinet。Byaswiftandsuddenactionofherfoot，shedroveherwheeledchairrapidlybacktoitandpulleditviolently——stillholdingherarmupinitsshield-likeposture，asifhewerestrikingather，andshewardingofftheblow。
Agirlcamehurryingin，frightened。
’SendFlintwinchhere!’