"You know my fixed determination," he added in a low tone, as he passed the carpenter.
"Before to-morrow night that boy shall join his father." So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room.
"Here are some letters, which will let you see what a snake you've cherished in your bosom, you uxorious old dotard," said Blueskin, tossing a packet of papers to Wood, as he followed his leader.
"'Odd's-my-life! what's this ?" exclaimed the carpenter, looking at the superscription of one of them.

"Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to Mr.Kneebone." "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper.
"Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done ?" "What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them.

But men _are_ so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must try to brazen it out .-- Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries." "Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles.

My heart misgives me.

Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way.".