He bid me get together the two thousand pounds that had once been Bridget's portion, and when I did so--with some trouble at a short notice--he counted it all over, and with his own hands locked it away in this chest "-- laying his hand on the weighty iron-bound box.

"Then he turned to me and said, 'Martin, I verily believe that thy sister is dead.

Something tells me that I shall see her before I see any of you.

The dead are ever forgiven.

Take this coffer and keep it for thy sister's children, if she have had the misfortune to bring children into this world of sorrow.