Doing good to any but himself never comes to his mind." "How does thee know him, to speak so surely ?" "When, at the first, he gave me a letter for her one day, and slipped a sovereign into my hand, and nodded, and smiled at me, I knew him right enough.

He never could be true to aught." "Did thee keep the sovereign ?" Faith asked anxiously.
"Ay, that I did.

If he was for giving his money away, I'd take it fast enough.

The gold gave father boots for a year.

Why should I mind ?" Faith's face suffused.