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The House by the Church-Yard

CHAPTER LXXVI
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And after her fright in the kitchen, all these mementoes smote her with a grim sort of reproach and menace, and she wished the window barred, and the door of the ominous little chamber locked for the night.
''Tis growing late,' said the dealer from without, 'and I daren't be on the road after dark.

Gi' me my money, good girl; and here, take your stay-hook.' And so saying, she looked a little puzzled up and down, as not well knowing how they were to make their exchange.
'Here,' says Moggy, 'give it in here.' And removing the fastening, she shoved the window up a little bit.

'Hould it, Betty; hould it up,' said she.

And in came the woman's hard, brown hand, palm open, for her money, and the other containing the jewel, after which the vain soul of Moggy lusted.
'That'll do,' said she; and crying shrilly, 'Give us a lift, sweetheart,' in a twinkling she shoved the window up, at the same time kneeling, with a spring, upon the sill, and getting her long leg into the room, with her shoulder under the window-sash, her foot firmly planted on the floor, and her face and head in the apartment.

Almost at the same instant she was followed by an ill-looking fellow, buttoned up in a surtout, whose stature seemed enormous, and at sight of whom the two women shrieked as if soul and body were parting.
The lady was now quite in the room, and standing upright showed the tall shape and stern lineaments of Mary Matchwell.


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