'Here is the key for you; I will hold the lid with both hands in the meanwhile.' He turned the key.

'Bring up all the candles in the room, and range them along-side.

What is it to be?
A live gorgon, a Jack-in-the-box, or a spring that fires a pistol?
On your knees, sir, before the prodigy!' So saying, I turned the despatch-box upside down upon the table.

At sight of the heap of bank paper and gold that lay in front of us, between the candles, or rolled upon the floor alongside, I stood astonished.
'O Lord!' cried Mr.Rowley; 'oh Lordy, Lordy, Lord!' and he scrambled after the fallen guineas.

'O my, Mr.Anne! what a sight o' money! Why, it's like a blessed story-book.