He shall have it now; he shall marry where he has a fancy, Chuff,
although it don't please me; and you and I will go away and live upon a
little. I always loved him; perhaps he'll love me then. It's a dreadful
thing to have my own child thirsting for my death. But I might have
known it. I have sown, and I must reap. He shall believe that I am
taking this; and when I see that he is sorry, and has all he wants, I'll
tell him that I found it out, and I'll forgive him. He'll make a better
man of his own son, and be a better man himself, perhaps, Chuff!"'
Poor Chuffey paused to dry his eyes again. Old Martin's face was hidden
in his hands. Jonas listened still more keenly, and his breast heaved
like a swollen water, but with hope. With growing hope.
'My dear old master made believe next day,' said Chuffey, 'that he had
opened the drawer by mistake with a key from the bunch, which happened
to fit it (we had one made and hung upon it); and that he had been
surprised to find his fresh supply of cough medicine in such a place,
but supposed it had been put there in a hurry when the drawer stood
open.
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