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I
wanted
to
prevent
her
from
thanking
me
for
the
money
,
so
I
say
,
therefore
,
hastily
,
whilst
I
cast
my
eye
over
the
table
in
search
of
something
to
eat
:
"
Yes
;
I
've
come
now
to
get
the
cakes
.
"
She
did
not
seem
to
take
this
in
.
"
The
cakes
,
"
I
reiterate
;
"
I
've
come
now
to
get
them
--
at
any
rate
,
the
first
instalment
;
I
do
n't
need
all
of
them
today
.
"
"
You
've
come
to
get
them
?
"
"
Yes
;
of
course
I
've
come
to
get
them
,
"
I
reply
,
and
I
laugh
boisterously
,
as
if
it
ought
to
have
been
self-evident
to
her
from
the
outset
that
I
came
for
that
purpose
.
I
take
,
too
,
a
cake
up
from
the
table
,
a
sort
of
white
roll
that
I
commenced
to
eat
.
When
the
woman
sees
this
,
she
stirs
uneasily
inside
her
bundle
of
clothes
,
makes
an
involuntary
movement
as
if
to
protect
her
wares
,
and
gives
me
to
understand
that
she
had
not
expected
me
to
return
to
rob
her
of
them
.
"
Really
not
?
"
I
say
,
"
indeed
,
really
not
?
"
She
certainly
was
an
extraordinary
woman
.
Had
she
,
then
,
at
any
time
,
had
the
experience
that
some
one
came
and
gave
her
a
heap
of
shillings
to
take
care
of
,
without
that
person
returning
and
demanding
them
again
?
No
;
just
look
at
that
now
!
Did
she
perhaps
run
away
with
the
idea
that
it
was
stolen
money
,
since
I
slung
it
at
her
in
that
manner
?
No
;
she
did
n't
think
that
either
.
Well
,
that
at
least
was
a
good
thing
--
really
a
good
thing
.
It
was
,
if
I
might
so
say
,
kind
of
her
,
in
spite
of
all
,
to
consider
me
an
honest
man
.
Ha
,
ha
!
yes
indeed
,
she
really
was
good
!
But
why
did
I
give
her
the
money
,
then
?
The
woman
was
exasperated
,
and
called
out
loudly
about
it
.
I
explained
why
I
had
given
her
the
money
,
explained
it
temperately
and
with
emphasis
.
It
was
my
custom
to
act
in
this
manner
,
because
I
had
such
a
belief
in
every
one
's
goodness
.
