Git off o' my bed, will ye?
You'll be a-settin' on my bad leg an' a-bustin' on it in a minit. Git
off my bed, else look another way; them eyes o' yourn skear me.'
I was sitting on the side of her bed and looking into her face.
'Where did you get this?' I said, holding out the letter.
'You skears me, a-lookin' like that,' said she. 'I comed by it
'onest. One day when she was asleep, I was turnin' over 'er clothes
to see how much longer they would hold together, when I feels a
somethink 'ard sewed up in the breast; I rips it open, and it was
that letter. I didn't put it back in the frock ag'in, 'cause I
thought it might be useful some day in findin' out who she was. She
never missed it. I don't think she'd 'ave missed anythink, she wur
so oncommon silly. You ain't a-goin' to pocket it, air you?'
I had put the letter in my pocket, and had seized the shoes and was
going out of the room; but I stopped, took a sovereign from my purse,
placed it in an envelope bearing my own address which I chanced to
find in my pocket, and, putting it into her hand, I said, 'Here is my
address and here is a sovereign.
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