As I live by bread, not a halfpenny more!"
"Dirt cheap!" says the Sergeant, with a heavy sigh.
He weighed the case in his hand. I thought I heard a note or two of "The
Last Rose of Summer" as he looked at it. There was no doubt now! He
had made another discovery to the prejudice of Rosanna Spearman, in the
place of all others where I thought her character was safest, and all
through me! I leave you to imagine what I felt, and how sincerely I
repented having been the medium of introduction between Mrs. Yolland and
Sergeant Cuff.
"That will do," I said. "We really must go."
Without paying the least attention to me, Mrs. Yolland took another dive
into the rubbish, and came up out of it, this time, with a dog-chain.
"Weigh it in your hand, sir," she said to the Sergeant. "We had three of
these; and Rosanna has taken two of them. 'What can you want, my dear,
with a couple of dog's chains?' says I. 'If I join them together they'll
do round my box nicely,' says she. 'Rope's cheapest,' says I. 'Chain's
surest,' says she. 'Who ever heard of a box corded with chain,' says
I. 'Oh, Mrs. Yolland, don't make objections!' says she; 'let me have
my chains!' A strange girl, Mr.
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