fast as she could till she was tuk from me. If she had gone and got into quod I'd 'ave gone to 'im, and said, 'Look at yer darter! 'Ow Iv'e ruined her as you did mine,"
"You old devil," said Calton, revolted at the malignity of the scheme. "You have sacrificed an innocent girl for this."
"None of yer preachin'," retorted the hag, sullenly; "I ain't bin brought up for a saint, I ain't—an' I wanted to pay 'im out, blarst 'im—'e paid me well to 'old my tongue about my darter, an' I've got it 'ere," laying her hand on the pillow. "All gold, good gold—an' mine, cuss me."
Calton arose, he felt quite sick at this exhibition of human depravity, and longed to be away. As he was putting on his hat, however, the two girls entered with a doctor, who nodded to Kilsip, cast a sharp scrutinizing glance at Calton, and then walked over to the bed. The two girls went back to their corner, and waited in silence for the end. Mother Guttersnipe had fallen back in the bed, with one claw-like hand clutching the pillow, as if to protect her beloved gold, and over her face a deadly paleness was spreading, which told the practised eye of the doctor that the end was near. He knelt down beside the bed for a moment, holding the candle to the dying woman's face. She opened her eyes and muttered, drowsily—
"Who's you, go t' 'ell," but then she seemed to grasp the situation again, and she started up with a shrill yell, which made the hearers shudder it was so weird and eerie.
"My money!" she yelled, clasping the pillow in her skinny arms. "It's all mine; ye shan't 'ave it—blarst ye."
The doctor arose from his knees, and shrugged his shoulders. "Not worth while doing anything," he said, coolly; "she'll be dead soon."
The old woman, mumbling over her pillow, caught the word, and burst into tears.
"Dead! dead! my pore Rosanna, with 'er golden 'air, always lovin' 'er pore mother till 'e took 'er away, an' she came back to die—die—ooh!"
Her voice died away in a long, melancholy wail, that made the two girls in the corner shiver and put their fingers in their ears.
"My good woman," said the doctor, bending over the bed, "would you not like to see a minister?"
