The former sat in helpless astonishment, gazing about her; Emily had hardened her face.
'You find it a sad tale,' Cheeseman proceeded.

'Why, so it is, dear ladies.

If ever I had owned a ten-pound note, over and above the price of a loaf of bread and a night's lodging, it should have been put aside with the name of James Hood written on the back of it, and somehow I'd have found him out.

And I say the same thing now.

Don't think, Mrs.
Hood, that I'm pleading my poverty as a way of asking you to forgive the debt.