God's curse on him wherever he goes!'-- 'Oh, hush! hush!' says I, 'don't talk like that!' 'Why do you ask me questions ?' says she more fiercely than ever.

'What business have you to ask me questions that make me mad ?' 'I've only got one more to bother you with,' says I, quite cool; 'and that is, haven't you got any money at all with you ?' You see, ma'am, now I'd got her child at my own bosom, I didn't care for what she said, or fear for what she might do to me.

The poor mite of a baby was sure to be a peacemaker between us, sooner or later.
"It turned out she'd got sixpence and a few half-pence--not a farthing more, and too proud to ask help from any one of her friends.

I managed to worm out of her that she had run away from home before her confinement, and had gone to some strange place to be confined, where they'd ill-treated and robbed her.

She hadn't long got away from the wretches who'd done it.