"And they might think the things were stolen, as you wanted to sell 'em," he went on; "for it isn't usual for a young woman like you to have fine jew'llery like that."
The blood rushed to Hetty's face vrith anger. "I belong to respectable folks," she said; "I'm not a thief."
"No, that you aren't, I'll be bound," said the landlady; "and you had no call to say that," looking indignantly at her husband. "The things were gev to her: that's plain enough to be seen."
"I didn't mean as I thought so," said the husband, apologetically, "but I said it was what the jeweller might think, and so he wouldn't be offering much money for 'em."
"Well," said the wife, "suppose you were to advance some money on the things yourself, and then if she liked to redeem 'em when she got home, she could. But if we heard nothing from her after two months, we might do as we liked with 'em."
I will not say that in this accommodating proposition the landlady had no regard whatever to the possible reward of her good-nature in the ultimate possession of the locket and earrings: indeed, the effect they would have in that case on the mind
