put into a savings bank in her
name; the rest to clear off the doctor's bill, give a weekly allowance
to her people, and enable her to get a couple of months, or even more,
with strict economy, in the country, before returning to the hard, dull
work of London.
'I did not know,' he said aloud, in his slow, deliberate Scotch way,
'that money could have such value.'
By-and-by he rose, put the notes into the bag again, and that in his
pocket; then he turned off the gas and went out, thinking he would walk
round and see how the girl was getting on. That is to say, he tried to
make himself believe that that was all there was in his mind; but he
knew very well that there was something else. There was a haunting,
uneasy consciousness. Suddenly, at the corner of the street, instead
of turning eastward as he should have done, he abruptly turned in the
other direction, and began to walk quickly. 'The money is not mine; I
will have none of it,' was his ultimate and fixed decision. 'No
dreams, man; no temptation. The first step to perdition is no doubt
smooth enough. If I can do the lass a good turn, it must be with my
own money.'
He walked to Scotland Yard, finding it without difficulty, for he knew
all the familiar features of London on the map; and there he told his
story, and delivered up the money, and left his address. He departed
with a light heart. Nay, when he had crossed Westminster Bridge again,
he looked out for a poor-looking coffee-house, and went in and had some
coffee and a roll, and thought he never had enjoyed any dinner more.
He looked at the evening paper, too, and then went out again into the
wet streets, and continued his way. He was further cheered by hearing
that the sick girl, though still feverish and perfectly weak and
prostrate, had not, in the doctor's opinion, caught any serious malady,
and only wanted time and care, and afterwards some better nourishment,
to bring her round.
CHAPTER VI.
THE END OF THE EPISODE.
So with courage and patience, and with a final gulp about that
searching business, he returned to his work at the docks, and very soon
got engaged as a permanent hand. He was a favourite with the foremen,
for he was industrious and minded his own business; but he was greatly
disliked by his companions. They would not believe, and he was at no
pains to convince them, that he had not kept the found money; and they
had expected him, if ever he returned to the docks,
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