Oh, good God, yes, _even_ a _thief_, for I _had_ actually stolen the money, until I changed my mind.

What if they should discover the key in the box, knowing that I was the only fellow up stairs?
Oh, mercy, mercy, mercy!" It was a lonely place, and he flung himself, with his face hid in the coarse grass, trying to cool the wild burning of his brow.

And as he lay, he thrust his hand into the guilty pocket.

Good heavens! there was something still there.

He pulled it out; it was a sovereign! Then he WAS a thief, even actually.