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A Cynical Chapter

           

           "Gavethemyou,youabandonedcreature!"screamedMrs.Bute."Bearwitness,Mr.Crawley,wefoundthisgood-for-nothingwomanintheactofstealingyourbrother’sproperty;andshewillbehanged,asIalwayssaidshewould."

           BetsyHorrocks,quitedaunted,flungherselfdownonherknees,burstingintotears.Butthosewhoknowareallygoodwomanareawarethatsheisnotinahurrytoforgive,andthatthehumiliationofanenemyisatriumphtohersoul.

           "Ringthebell,James,"Mrs.Butesaid."Goonringingittillthepeoplecome."Thethreeorfourdomesticsresidentinthedesertedoldhousecamepresentlyatthatjanglingandcontinuedsummons.

           "Putthatwomaninthestrong-room,"shesaid."WecaughtherintheactofrobbingSirPitt.Mr.Crawley,you’llmakeouthercommittaland,Beddoes,you’lldriveheroverinthespringcart,inthemorning,toSouthamptonGaol."

           "Mydear,"interposedtheMagistrateandRector—"she’sonly—"

           "Aretherenohandcuffs?"Mrs.Butecontinued,stampinginherclogs."Thereusedtobehandcuffs.Where’sthecreature’sabominablefather?"

           "HeDIDgive’emme,"stillcriedpoorBetsy;"didn’the,Hester?YousawSirPittyouknowyoudidgive’emme,eversolongagothedayafterMudburyfair:notthatIwant’em.Take’emifyouthinktheyain’tmine.

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