Eliza:
Not quite:
The paper was in.
Ezra:
But the money, you dam of thieves—
Where was the money?
Eliza:
It wasn’t in the box—
Not a brass farthing.
Ezra:
The money gone—all gone?
Why didn’t you tell me about it right away?
Eliza:
I wasn’t minding money: I’d lost a son.