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“
Change
?
What
’
d
I
want
to
have
change
for
?
I
only
see
two
twenties
there
,
”
Dr
.
Merkle
answered
brightly
.
Charity
paused
,
disconcerted
.
“
I
thought
.
.
.
you
said
it
was
five
dollars
a
visit
.
.
.
.
”
“
For
YOU
,
as
a
favour
—
I
did
.
But
how
about
the
responsibility
and
the
insurance
?
I
don
’
t
s
’
pose
you
ever
thought
of
that
?
This
pin
’
s
worth
a
hundred
dollars
easy
.
If
it
had
got
lost
or
stole
,
where
’
d
I
been
when
you
come
to
claim
it
?
”
Charity
remained
silent
,
puzzled
and
half
-
convinced
by
the
argument
,
and
Dr
.
Merkle
promptly
followed
up
her
advantage
.
“
I
didn
’
t
ask
you
for
your
brooch
,
my
dear
.
I
’
d
a
good
deal
ruther
folks
paid
me
my
regular
charge
than
have
’
em
put
me
to
all
this
trouble
.
”
She
paused
,
and
Charity
,
seized
with
a
desperate
longing
to
escape
,
rose
to
her
feet
and
held
out
one
of
the
bills
.
“
Will
you
take
that
?
”
she
asked
.
“
No
,
I
won
’
t
take
that
,
my
dear
;
but
I
’
ll
take
it
with
its
mate
,
and
hand
you
over
a
signed
receipt
if
you
don
’
t
trust
me
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
I
can
’
t
—
it
’
s
all
I
’
ve
got
,
”
Charity
exclaimed
.
Dr
.
Merkle
looked
up
at
her
pleasantly
from
the
plush
sofa
.
“
It
seems
you
got
married
yesterday
,
up
to
the
’
Piscopal
church
;
I
heard
all
about
the
wedding
from
the
minister
’
s
chore
-
man
.
It
would
be
a
pity
,
wouldn
’
t
it
,
to
let
Mr
.
Royall
know
you
had
an
account
running
here
?
I
just
put
it
to
you
as
your
own
mother
might
.
”
Anger
flamed
up
in
Charity
,
and
for
an
instant
she
thought
of
abandoning
the
brooch
and
letting
Dr
.
Merkle
do
her
worst
.
But
how
could
she
leave
her
only
treasure
with
that
evil
woman
?
She
wanted
it
for
her
baby
:
she
meant
it
,
in
some
mysterious
way
,
to
be
a
link
between
Harney
’
s
child
and
its
unknown
father
.
Trembling
and
hating
herself
while
she
did
it
,
she
laid
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
money
on
the
table
,
and
catching
up
the
brooch
fled
out
of
the
room
and
the
house
.
.
.
.
