Emma read 'em all, and then she threw a little parcel on the
table.
"There's your money," she ses; "take it and go."
Mrs. Cook and 'er father began to call out, but it was no good.
"There's seventy-two pounds there," ses Emma, who was very pale; "and
'ere's a ring you can have to 'elp make up the rest." And she drew
Charlie's ring off and throwed it on the table. "I've done with 'im for
good," she ses, with a look at 'er mother.
Jack Bates took up the money and the ring and stood there looking at 'er
and trying to think wot to say. He'd always been uncommon partial to the
sex, and it did seem 'ard to stand there and take all that on account of
Charlie Tagg.
"I only wanted my own," he ses, at last, shuffling about the floor.
"Well, you've got it," ses Mrs. Cook, "and now you can go."
"You're pi'soning the air of my front parlour," ses old Cook, opening the
winder a little at the top.
"P'r'aps I ain't so bad as you think I am," ses Jack Bates, still looking
at Emma, and with that 'e walked over to Charlie and dumped down the
money on the table in front of 'im. "Take it," he ses, "and don't borrow
any more. I make you a free gift of it.
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