"Yes, of course I did," answered the woman; "and if you can put a
job into her hands, you'll be doing a good turn to a poor
hard-working creature as wants it. She lives down the Mews here
to the right--name of Horlick, and as honest a woman as ever
stood in shoe-leather. Now, then, ma'am, what for you?"
Another customer came in just then, and occupied her attention. I
left the shop, passed the turning that led down to the Mews,
looked up at the name of the street, so as to know how to find it
again, and then ran home as fast as I could. Perhaps it was the
remembrance of my strange dream striking me on a sudden, or
perhaps it was the shock of the discovery I had just made, but I
began to feel frightened without knowing why, and anxious to be
under shelter in my own room.
It Robert should come back! Oh, what a relief and help it would
be now if Robert should come back!
May 1st. On getting indoors last night, the first thing I did,
after striking a light, was to take the ragged cravat off the
candles, and smooth it out on the table. I then took the end that
had been in poor Mary's hand out of my writing-desk, and smoothed
that out too. It matched the torn side of the cravat exactly. I
put them together, and satisfied myself that there was not a
doubt of it.
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