'locket and gold ring.' We found out that, and saw it given you. We were bye. Oh! we were bye."
"And we know more than that," resumed the first, "for she told us often, long ago, that the young mother had told her that, feeling she should never get over it, she was on her way, at the time that she was taken ill, to die near the grave of the father of the child."
"Would you like to see the pawnbroker himself?" asked Mr. Grimwig with a motion towards the door.
"No," replied the woman; "if he"—she pointed to Monks—"has been coward enough to confess, as I see he has, and you have sounded all these hags till you found the right ones, I have nothing more to say. I did sell them, and they're where you'll never get them. What then?"
"Nothing," replied Mr. Brownlow, "except that it remains for us to take care that you are neither of you employed in a situation of trust again. You may leave the room."
"I hope," said Mr. Bumble, looking about
