Corrie had just opened the shop. Outside the boy was cleaning the windows; inside Miss Corrie was setting things straight on the provision counter. He himself was bending at the open safe, taking out the usual supplies of silver and copper1 for the tills. These were contained in ancient battered2 pewter mugs, and now he laid the mugs on the floor preparatory to closing and locking up the safe.
An impatient knocking came from the post office, and he cursed under his breath. But it was already five minutes past eight, and it would never do to have talk about the office not being opened punctually. Rising, he called to his sister to look after the money, and hastened away to admit the knocker.
p. 83Miss Corrie moved listlessly towards the safe. Her face had a drawn3 look. She had not slept. She had spoken scarce a word to her brother since Kitty’s departure, and neither she nor Sam, whom she had helped with the sorting this morning, had referred to the previous evening’s affair. Sam and Corrie had not yet met.
But, a yard from the safe, the woman’s listlessness vanished, her face flamed, and then went more pallid4 than ever. Never before had her brother done such a thing!!—gone out of the shop, leaving his keys in the safe. Her opportunity at last!
She ran softly to the door that opened on the post office and put her ear to it. Several persons were demanding the postmaster’s attention. There was time as well as opportunity! She darted5 back to the safe . . . opened it, then the drawer on the left . . . searched . . . and found what she sought—the letter written to her brother by Kitty’s father when he was dying. She hid it in her bosom6, to read when she might safely do so. She left the safe as she had found it, took up the mugs of money and proceeded to supply the tills with change. The letter seemed to scorch7 her breast. She could not wait.
Summoning the boy, she bade him keep an eye p. 84on the shop for a few minutes, and passed into the cottage. In the kitchen, she seated herself at the hearth8 and, quaking, took out the letter. The only portion which concerns us is the following:—
“You may perhaps find nothing in the enclosed share certificates (which, please note, are ‘bearer’) but a fresh evidence of my folly9 in worldly matters. Still, the Zenith Gold Mine is the only thing of the kind I ever put hard-earned money into. There are 5,000 £1 shares, and I paid 2s. apiece for them, and at the moment they are unsaleable. I acted on the advice of a friend who had seen the property, and who had knowledge of such things. He was convinced that the mine would come right in time—meaning years—and pay big dividends10. Well, he may have been all wrong, and I the silliest of poor fools; but now, John, I put the shares in your keeping as a ‘possibility’ for Kitty, when she comes of age. I have never mentioned them to her—certainly not with any reference to herself—for I don’t want her to be more disappointed in me than I can help. Give them to her when she is twenty-one, and show her this letter, and if by any chance they are worth money then, or later, she will at least p. 85repay you what she may have cost you—though, of course, I am hoping she will earn enough to do that as she goes along.
“N.B.—Should you hear of the shares rising before then, you will just use your discretion11, and do the best you can for my girl.”
Miss Corrie swayed as though she would fall. “So that’s why he would never let me read it properly!” she muttered. “Oh, John Corrie, what ha’ ye done!”
After a little while she obtained control over her body. “What made him keep a thing like that? It should ha’ been burned—burned and forgot!”
She reached forward, held the letter over the fire—and drew it back. “But what if he misses it from the safe?”
In miserable12 uncertainty13 she began to re-read the document. In the midst of it she went rigid14. Her brother was coming through the shop, calling her. Her fingers fumbled15 at her bodice. Too late! In her panic her eye was caught by the morning’s paper lying on the floor at her side. She snatched it up, pushed the letter into the folds, and made pretence16 of reading.
“What’s wrong wi’ ye?” said Corrie, entering.
“Away and attend to the post office,” he returned. “I mun be in the shop this forenoon. . . . D’ye hear me?”
“Aye.” To take the paper with her would be sheer madness, she reflected quickly; besides he was done with it. She would come back for it at the first opportunity. Letting it fall where she had found it, she got up and left the kitchen.
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At half-past eleven, the morning delivery finished, Sam, as was his custom, came into the shop to purchase a paper.
“There’s no’ one left,” said the boy.
From the opposite counter, where he was serving a customer, Corrie called to the boy—
“Ye’ll get one in the house.” It was not the first time he had sold his own paper to the postman.
So presently the boy came back with the paper, and Sam, folding it up, put it in his pocket, and went home to see what was happening in the great world.
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n.铜;铜币;铜器;adj.铜(制)的;(紫)铜色的 | |
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红利( dividend的名词复数 ); 股息; 被除数; (足球彩票的)彩金 | |
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