THE NOTTINGHAM SILK ROBBERY.
“Thank you. I will keep it in memory of you.”
Nettlethorpe burst out of the room, and went home, snapping like a mad dog at everything he met.
“I’ve got rid of your pest,” cried Patty, when her father entered the parlour, after Nettlethorpe’s departure; “and I don’t think we are likely to be troubled again with him for some time to come.”
“Hast thee given ’im his answer, lass?” said the farmer.
“Well, I fancy so.”
“An’ what did ’ee want, Patty?”
“He made me an offer.”
“Of what?”
“His hand and heart.”