“Ah, well, it’s all over now.”
“What’s all over?”
“My life here, Jem. I shall go right away.”
“Go? What?”
“Right away. Abroad, I think.”
“And what’ll your mother do?”
“Forget me, I hope. I always was an unlucky fellow Jem.”
“What d’yer mean? Run away?”
“Yes, I shall go away.”
“Well, that’s clever, that is. Why, that’s just the way to make ’em think you did it. Tshah! You stop like a man and face it out.”