don’tcareforyourpresenteyes。Now，Iamcomingtothepaper，andmarkwhatIsay。Youputitawaysomewhere，andyoukeptyourowncounselwhere。You’reanactivewomanatthattime，andifyouwanttogetthatpaper，youcangetit。But，mark。Therecomesatimewhenyouarestruckintowhatyouarenow，andthenifyouwanttogetthatpaper，youcan’tgetit。Soitlies，longyears，initshiding-place。Atlast，whenweareexpectingArthurhomeeveryday，andwhenanydaymaybringhimhome，andit’simpossibletosaywhatrummaginghemaymakeaboutthehouse，Irecommendyoufivethousandtimes，ifyoucan’tgetatit，toletmegetatit，thatitmaybeputinthefire。Butno——noonebutyouknowswhereitis，andthat’spower；and，callyourselfwhateverhumblenamesyouwill，IcallyouafemaleLuciferinappetiteforpower!OnaSundaynight，Arthurcomeshome。Hehasnotbeeninthisroomtenminutes，whenhespeaksofhisfather’swatch。YouknowverywellthattheDoNotForget，atthetimewhenhisfathersentthatwatchtoyou，couldonlymean，therestofthestorybeingthenalldeadandover，DoNotForgetthesuppression。Makerestitution!
Arthur’swayshavefrightenedyouabit，andthepapershallbeburntafterall。So，beforethatjumpingjadeandJezebel，’MrFlintwinchgrinnedathiswife，’hasgotyouintobed，youatlasttellmewhereyouhaveputthepaper，amongtheoldledgersinthecellars，whereArthurhimselfwentprowlingtheverynextmorning。
Butit’snottobeburntonaSundaynight。No；youarestrict，youare；wemustwaitovertwelveo’clock，andgetintoMonday。
Now，allthisisaswallowingofmeupalivethatraspsme；so，feelingalittleoutoftemper，andnotbeingasstrictasyourself，Itakealookatthedocumentbeforetwelveo’clocktorefreshmymemoryastoitsappearance——folduponeofthemanyyellowoldpapersinthecellarslikeit——andafterwards，whenwehavegotintoMondaymorning，andIhave，bythelightofyourlamp，towalkfromyou，lyingonthatbed，tothisgrate，makealittleexchangeliketheconjuror，andburnaccordingly。MybrotherEphraim，thelunatic-keeperIwishhehadhadhimselftokeepinastrait-waistcoat，hadhadmanyjobssincethecloseofthelongjobhegotfromyou，buthadnotdonewell。Hiswifediednotthatthatwasmuch；minemighthavediedinstead，andwelcome，hespeculatedunsuccessfullyinlunatics，hegotintodifficultyaboutover-roastingapatienttobringhimtoreason，andhegotintodebt。Hewasgoingoutoftheway，onwhathehadbeenabletoscrapeup，andatriflefromme。HewasherethatearlyMondaymorning，waitingforthetide；inshort，hewasgoingtoAntwerp，whereIamafraidyou’llbeshockedatmysaying，Andbedamnedtohim!hemadetheacquaintanceofthisgentleman。Hehadcomealongway，and，Ithoughtthen，wasonlysleepy；but，I
supposenow，wasdrunk。WhenArthur’smotherhadbeenunderthecareofhimandhiswife，shehadbeenalwayswriting，incessantlywriting，——mostlylettersofconfessiontoyou，andPrayersforforgiveness。Mybrotherhadhanded，fromtimetotime，lotsofthesesheetstome。IthoughtImightaswellkeepthemtomyselfashavethemswallowedupalivetoo；soIkepttheminabox，lookingoverthemwhenIfeltinthehumour。Convincedthatitwasadvisabletogetthepaperoutoftheplace，withArthurcomingaboutit，Iputitintothissamebox，andIlockedthewholeupwithtwolocks，andItrustedittomybrothertotakeawayandkeep，tillIshouldwriteaboutit。Ididwriteaboutit，andnevergotananswer。Ididn’tknowwhattomakeofit，tillthisgentlemanfavoureduswithhisfirstvisit。Ofcourse，Ibegantosuspecthowitwas，then；andIdon’twanthiswordforitnowtounderstandhowhegetshisknowledgefrommypapers，andyourpaper，andmybrother’scognacandtobaccotalkIwishhe’dhadtogaghimself。Now，Ihaveonlyonethingmoretosay，youhammer-