"She insisted on paying me for the one or two things she took a fancy to this evening--and money's welcome enough in our house, I don't deny it.

Still, I'm not easy in my mind about taking the poor thing's little savings.

And to tell you the truth, I don't think my man would like to hear that I had taken Rosanna Spearman's money, when he comes back to-morrow morning from his work.
Please say she's heartily welcome to the things she bought of me--as a gift.

And don't leave the money on the table," says Mrs.Yolland, putting it down suddenly before the Sergeant, as if it burnt her fingers--"don't, there's a good man! For times are hard, and flesh is weak; and I MIGHT feel tempted to put it back in my pocket again." "Come along!" I said, "I can't wait any longer: I must go back to the house." "I'll follow you directly," says Sergeant Cuff.
For the second time, I went to the door; and, for the second time, try as I might, I couldn't cross the threshold.
"It's a delicate matter, ma'am," I heard the Sergeant say, "giving money back.

You charged her cheap for the things, I'm sure ?" "Cheap!" says Mrs.Yolland.