That precious exhibition of her
nasty foot was to inform Mr. Goldenheart of something she wanted him to
know. If he happened to meet with a girl, in his walks or his travels,
and if he found that she had the same deformity in the same foot, then
he might know for certain--"
"All right! I understand. But why Mr. Goldenheart?"
"Because she had a dream that Mr. Goldenheart had found the lost girl,
and because she thought there was one chance in a hundred that her
dream might come true! Did you ever hear of such a fool before? From
what I could make out, I believe she actually cried about it. And that
same woman turns me into the street to be ruined, for all she knows or
cares. Mind this! I would have kept her secret--it was no business of
mine, after all--if she had behaved decently to me. As it is, I mean to
be even with her; and what I heard down in the kitchen is more than
enough to help me to it. I'll expose her somehow--I don't quite know
how; but that will come with time. You will keep the secret, dear, I'm
sure. We are soon to have all our secrets in common, when we are man
and wife, ain't we? Why, you're not listening to me! What _is_ the
matter with you?"
Jervy suddenly looked up.
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