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Chapter 24

           ‘Nowlistentome,’saidthedyingwomanaloud,asifmakingagreatefforttoreviveonelatentsparkofenergy.‘Inthisveryroom—inthisverybed—Ioncenursedaprettyyoungcreetur’,thatwasbroughtintothehousewithherfeetcutandbruisedwithwalking,andallsoiledwithdustandblood.Shegavebirthtoaboy,anddied.Letmethink—whatwastheyearagain!’

           ‘Nevermindtheyear,’saidtheimpatientauditor;‘whatabouther?’

           ‘Ay,’murmuredthesickwoman,relapsingintoherformerdrowsystate,‘whatabouther?—whatabout—Iknow!’shecried,jumpingfiercelyup:herfaceflushed,andhereyesstartingfromherhead—‘Irobbedher,soIdid!Shewasn’tcold—Itellyoushewasn’tcold,whenIstoleit!’

           ‘Stolewhat,forGod’ssake?’criedthematron,withagestureasifshewouldcallforhelp.

           ‘IT!’repliedthewoman,layingherhandovertheother’smouth.‘Theonlythingshehad.Shewantedclothestokeepherwarm,andfoodtoeat;butshehadkeptitsafe,andhaditinherbosom.Itwasgold,Itellyou!Richgold,thatmighthavesavedherlife!’

           ‘Gold!’echoedthematron,bendingeagerlyoverthewomanasshefellback.‘Goon,goon—yest—whatofit?Whowasthemother?

           Whenwasit?’

           ‘Shechargemetokeepitsafe,’repliedthewomanwithagroan,‘andtrustedmeastheonlywomanabouther.

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