The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 123: what you’re looking at

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114 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. “T’lidoit! Better be transported for robbing Mar- joram, than” — ‘‘ Hanged for the other,” added Tim, finishing the sentence for him. ‘ Wisely decided on.” “If I bring you the papers, you promise me never to say whom you received them from?” “T promise.” | ‘‘I know I may trust you,” observed the fellow, doubtingly. ** You must, Ben, you must! But come” said the weaver, * [ll not be over hard with you—trust for trust: you bring me back the papers, and I'll give up the pockets, the proof which crowner said would hang the murderer, if ever they were found.”’ A gleam of ferocious joy flashed from the eyes of the ruffian as he listened to the proposition. The threat of the speaker that he could hang him, he well knew was not an idle one; for Tim had seen him throw the missing pockets of the murdered woman into the canal, had fished them up, and carefully retained them ever since. Perhaps my readers will demand why Tin, priding himself so much upon his honesty, had not given the culprit up to justice. Had the penalty been anything less than death, he had long since done so; but the little weaver, in his sphere, was both a philosopher and a politician, and was opposed, under any circumstance, to the infliction of capital punishment. ‘‘ Where shall I bring the papers, if I succeed?” demanded Ben. ‘“ To the house?” ecomnuicloooks (SO