With the key of his coffers so tightly clasped in one hand that it was impossible to take it from it after he was dead.

And the said coffers hidden, nobody knows where.

But poor Mrs Jenkins has no friend near who can be of any real comfort to her.

I wish you could go to her for a few hours.' 'This poor girl, Rowland--what can I do with her?
And your uncle and aunt coming.' 'I think I can manage my uncle and aunt till your return.

As to the poor girl I really know not what to say.' 'Oh! if you will trust her to me, Mrs Prothero, I will nurse her till you come back!' exclaimed Miss Gwynne eagerly.