"I'll bet you have the money! Look at her, boys! Look at the wife of the thief, with the stolen money in diamonds in her ears and rings on her fingers.

_She's_ got money if _we've_ none.

_She_ can pay for what she fancies, if we haven't a cent to redeem the bed that's stolen from under us.

Oh yes, buy it all, Mrs.
Spencer Tucker! buy the whole shop, Mrs.Spencer Tucker, do you hear?
And if you ain't satisfied then, buy my clothes, my wedding ring, the only things your husband hasn't stolen." "I don't understand you," said Mrs.Tucker coldly, turning towards the door.

But with a flying leap across the counter her relentless adversary stood between her and retreat.
"You don't understand! Perhaps you don't understand that your husband not only stole the hard labor of these men, but even the little money they brought here and trusted to his thieving hands.