18/25 She pretended to look about the room for a minute, then asked fiercely: 'What's gone with that sixpence I left on the dresser ?' Jane looked up in terror. She was worn almost to the last point of endurance by her day and night of labour and agitation. Her face was bloodless, her eyelids were swollen with the need of sleep. There's been nobody 'ere but you. Little thief! We'll see about this in the mornin', an' to-night _you shall sleep in the back-kitchen_!' The child gasped for breath. |