Yes! Then it was stolen.
Stolen!" she repeated with a great gasp: "never mind by whom.

Not by me." "You need not tell us that, my dear," interrupted Mark.
"God kept it.

And I have it; here!" and she pressed her hands tight over her bosom.

"And here I must keep it till I give it into his hands, if I follow him round the world!" And as she spoke her eyes shone in the lamplight, with an unearthly brilliance which made Mary shudder.
Mark Armsworth poured a libation to the goddess of Puzzledom, in the shape of a glass of port, which first choked him, and then descended over his clean shirt front.

But after he had coughed himself black in the face, he began:-- "My good girl, if you are Grace Harvey, you're welcome to my roof and an honour to it, say I: but as for taking all that money with you across the seas, and such a pretty helpless young thing as you are, God help you, it mustn't be, and shan't be, and that's flat." "But I must go to him!" said she in so naive half-wild a fashion, that Mary, comprehending all, looked imploringly at her father, and putting her arm round Grace, forced her into a seat.
"I must go, sir, and tell him--tell him myself.