You know Chowles, Matthew ?" "I know him for as great a rascal as ever breathed," replied her husband, gruffly.

"He has always cheated me out of my dues, and his coffins are the worst I ever put under ground." "He is making his fortune now," said Judith.
"By the plague, eh ?" replied Matthew.

"I don't envy him.

Money so gained won't stick to him.

He will never prosper." "I wish _you_ had his money, Matthew," replied his wife, in a coaxing tone.
"If the plague hadn't attacked me when it did, I should have been richer than Chowles will ever be," replied the sexton,--"nay, I am richer as it is." "You surprise me," replied Judith, suddenly pausing in her task.