Oh yes, buy it all, Mrs.Spencer Tucker! buy the whole shop, Mrs.Spencer Tucker, do you hear?
And if you ain't satisfied then, buy my clothes, my wedding ring, the only things your husband hasn't stolen." "I don't understand you," said Mrs.Tucker coldly, turning towards the door.

But with a flying leap across the counter her relentless adversary stood between her and retreat.
"You don't understand! Perhaps you don't understand that your husband not only stole the hard labor of these men, but even the little money they brought here and trusted to his thieving hands.

Perhaps you don't know that he stole my husband's hard earnings, mortgaged these very goods you want to buy, and that he is to-day a convicted thief, a forger, and a runaway coward.

Perhaps, if you can't understand ME, you can read the newspaper.

Look!" She exultingly opened the paper the sheriff had been reading aloud, and pointed to the displayed headlines.
"Look! there are the very words, 'Forgery, Swindling, Embezzlement!' Do you see?
And perhaps you can't understand this.