"Come and judge for yourself." She took up the candle and led the Sergeant to a corner of the kitchen.
For the life of me, I couldn't help following them.

Shaken down in the corner was a heap of odds and ends (mostly old metal), which the fisherman had picked up at different times from wrecked ships, and which he hadn't found a market for yet, to his own mind.

Mrs.Yolland dived into this rubbish, and brought up an old japanned tin case, with a cover to it, and a hasp to hang it up by--the sort of thing they use, on board ship, for keeping their maps and charts, and such-like, from the wet.
"There!" says she.

"When Rosanna came in this evening, she bought the fellow to that.

'It will just do,' she says, 'to put my cuffs and collars in, and keep them from being crumpled in my box.' One and ninepence, Mr.Cuff.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.