The Story of Bessie Costrell by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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John laughed, not without good-humoured relief. It would have touched his vanity had his niece been discovered to be richer than himself. 'Oh, that's old Sophy Clarke,' he said. 'Her 'usband bought the lease o' two little 'ouses in Church Street, and they braƤt 'er in six shillins a week for years, an she allus said she'd leave it to Bessie if she wor took afore the lease wor up. But the lease ull be up end o' next year I know, for I saw the old lady myself last Michaelmas twelvemonth, an she told me all about it, though I worn't to tell nobody meself. An I didn't know Sophy wor gone. Ah, well! it's not much, but it's 'andy--it's 'andy.' 'Six shillins a week!' said Watson, raising his eyebrows. 'It's a nice bit o' money while it lassts, but I'd ha thought Mrs. Costrell 'ad come into a deal more nor that.' 'Oh, but she's sich a one to spend, is Bessie,' said John, anxiously. 'It's surprisin 'ow the money runs. It's sixpence 'ere, an sixpence there, allus dribblin, an dribblin, out ov 'er. I've allus tole 'er as she'll end 'er days on the parish.' 'Sixpences!' said Watson, with a laugh. 'It's not sixpences as Mrs. Costrell's 'ad the spendin of this last month or two--it's _suverins_-- an plenty ov 'em. You may be sure you've got the wrong tale about the money, John; it wor a deal more nor you say.' John stood stock-still at the word 'sovereigns,' his jaw dropping. '_Suverins!_' he said, trembling; 'suverins? Bessie ain't got no |
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