My money's gone, I don't know where--and this is come from I don't know where.

I know nothing--I'm partly mazed." "Poor little thing!" said Godfrey.

"Let me give something towards finding it clothes." He had put his hand in his pocket and found half-a-guinea, and, thrusting it into Silas's hand, he hurried out of the cottage to overtake Mr.Kimble.
"Ah, I see it's not the same woman I saw," he said, as he came up.
"It's a pretty little child: the old fellow seems to want to keep it; that's strange for a miser like him.

But I gave him a trifle to help him out: the parish isn't likely to quarrel with him for the right to keep the child." "No; but I've seen the time when I might have quarrelled with him for it myself.

It's too late now, though.