human
Thirty--forty--fifty bright new sovereigns. Not one of them will I touch till you have told me where you got them from--not one!
gpt
He won't come now. I feel it--I know it. Before it is too late--and very soon it will be--I have something to give into your charge, Miss Hermy--something which I want you to promise to send to my boy after I'm gone, with just a line to say how his mother longed to see him before she died, but that she loved him to the last in spite of all. Then, after glancing round, although there was no one but themselves in the room, she drew Hermia closer to her and whispered,
human
It's money--money, my dear Miss Hermy, that I want to give into your charge.
gpt
Whatever I can do in the way of helping you to carry out your wishes, Mrs. Varrel, you may rely upon my doing,