"But I think you told me that the--" I could not catch the word which she breathed into the ear of Mr.Moncton--"had been destroyed." "Yes--yes.

I burnt it with my own hand; this was the only document of any consequence, and it is a hundred chances to one, that he ever recovers it, or meets with the people who could prove his identity." My uncle rose from his knees and locked the iron chest, then, extinguishing my lamp, he and the old woman left the room.
The sound of their retreating footsteps had scarcely died away, when, in spite of my wish to keep awake, I dropped off into a profound sleep, and did not again unclose my eyes until it was time to dress for breakfast..