“Bought it at a broker’s shop in the town.”
“Give the note to me, I’ll take charge of it,” cried Bessie, clapping her hands.
“Yes, you had better do so; but I say, dear, suppose it should be a forged one?”
“Oh, lor! I never thought of that; but I’ve no doubt we shall find it all right enough.”
“Let us hope so.”
“You have given me your word that you will leave this very night,” said the girl. “You are not going to break it?”
“No! Oh dear no.”
“You are sure of that?”
“Certainly. What makes you think otherwise?”
“Never mind my thoughts. Swear that you will leave this place. If you refuse——”