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"
I
cannot
help
that
,
sir
.
I
will
not
let
the
close
of
your
life
soil
the
beginning
of
mine
.
I
will
not
touch
your
iron
chest
or
your
will
.
"
She
moved
to
a
little
distance
from
the
bedside
.
The
old
man
paused
with
a
blank
stare
for
a
little
while
,
holding
the
one
key
erect
on
the
ring
;
then
with
an
agitated
jerk
he
began
to
work
with
his
bony
left
hand
at
emptying
the
tin
box
before
him
.
"
Missy
,
"
he
began
to
say
,
hurriedly
,
"
look
here
!
take
the
money
—
the
notes
and
gold
—
look
here
—
take
it
—
you
shall
have
it
all
—
do
as
I
tell
you
.
"
He
made
an
effort
to
stretch
out
the
key
towards
her
as
far
as
possible
,
and
Mary
again
retreated
.
"
I
will
not
touch
your
key
or
your
money
,
sir
.
Pray
don
’
t
ask
me
to
do
it
again
.
If
you
do
,
I
must
go
and
call
your
brother
.
"
He
let
his
hand
fall
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
Mary
saw
old
Peter
Featherstone
begin
to
cry
childishly
.
She
said
,
in
as
gentle
a
tone
as
she
could
command
,
"
Pray
put
up
your
money
,
sir
;
"
and
then
went
away
to
her
seat
by
the
fire
,
hoping
this
would
help
to
convince
him
that
it
was
useless
to
say
more
.
Presently
he
rallied
and
said
eagerly
—
"
Look
here
,
then
.
Call
the
young
chap
.
Call
Fred
Vincy
.
"
Mary
’
s
heart
began
to
beat
more
quickly
.
Various
ideas
rushed
through
her
mind
as
to
what
the
burning
of
a
second
will
might
imply
.
She
had
to
make
a
difficult
decision
in
a
hurry
.
"
I
will
call
him
,
if
you
will
let
me
call
Mr
.
Jonah
and
others
with
him
.
"
