her　lips　again；　I　saw　no　mark　on　it。　I　held　it　closer　and　closer。
  I　dulled　it　accidentally　with　my　own　breath；　and　cleaned　it。　I
  held　it　over　her　again。　Oh；　Mary；　Mary；　the　doctor　was　right！　I
  ought　to　have　only　thought　of　you　in　heaven！
  Dead；　without　a　word；　without　a　signwithout　even　a　look　to　tell
  the　true　story　of　the　blow　that　killed　her！　I　could　not　call　to
  anybody；　I　could　not　cry；　I　could　not　so　much　as　put　the　glass
  down　and　give　her　a　kiss　for　the　last　time。　I　don't　know　how　long
  I　had　sat　there　with　my　eyes　burning；　and　my　hands　deadly　cold；
  when　Sally　came　in　with　the　shoes　cleaned；　and　carried　carefully
  in　her　apron　for　fear　of　a　soil　touching　them。　At　the　sight　of
  that
  I　can　write　no　more。　My　tears　drop　so　fast　on　the　paper　that　I
  can　see　nothing。
  March　12th。　She　died　on　the　afternoon　of　the　eighth。　On　the
  morning　of　the　ninth；　I　wrote；　as　in　duty　bound；　to　her
  stepmother　at　Hammersmith。　There　was　no　answer。　I　wrote　again；　my
  letter　was　returned　to　me　this　morning　unopened。　For　all　that
  woman　cares；　Mary　might　be　buried　with　a　pauper's　funeral；　but
  this　shall　never　be；　if　I　pawn　everything　about　me；　down　to　the
  very　gown　that　is　on　my　back。　The　bare　thought　of　Mary　being
  buried　by　the　workhouse　gave　me　the　spirit　to　dry　my　eyes；　and　go
  to　the　undertaker's；　and　tell　him　how　I　was　placed。　I　said　if　he
  would　get　me　an　estimate　of　all　that　would　have　to　be　paid；　from
  first　to　last；　for　the　cheapest　decent　funeral　that　could　be　had；
  I　would　undertake　to　raise　the　money。　He　gave　me　the　estimate；
  written　in　this　way；　like　a　common　bill：
  A　walking　funeral　complete。。。。。。。。。。。。Pounds　1　13　8
  Vestry。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　4　4
  Rector。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　4　4
  Clerk。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　1　0
  Sexton。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　1　0
  Beadle。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　1　0
  Bell。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　1　0
  Six　feet　of　ground。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。0　　2　0
  Total　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Pounds　2　　8　4
  If　I　had　the　heart　to　give　any　thought　to　it；　I　should　be
  inclined　to　wish　that　the　Church　could　afford　to　do　without　so
  many　small　charges　for　burying　poor　people；　to　whose　friends　even
  shillings　are　of　consequence。　But　it　is　useless　to　complain；　the
  money　must　be　raised　at　once。　The　charitable　doctora　poor　man
  himself；　or　he　would　not　be　living　in　our　neighborhoodhas
  subscribed　ten　shillings　toward　the　expenses；　and　the　coroner；
  when　the　inquest　was　over；　added　five　more。　Perhaps　others　may
  assist　me。　If　not；　I　have　fortunately　clothes　and　furniture　of　my
  own　to　pawn。　And　I　must　set　about　parting　with　them　without
  delay；　for　the　funeral　is　to　be　to…morrow；　the　thirteenth。
  The　funeralMary's　funeral！　It　is　well　that　the　straits　and
  difficulties　I　am　in　keep　my　mind　on　the　stretch。　If　I　had
  leisure　to　grieve；　where　should　I　find　the　courage　to　face
  to…morrow？
  Thank　God　they　did　not　want　me　at　the　inquest。　The　verdict　given；
  with　the　doctor；　the　policeman；　and　two　persons　from　the　place
  where　she　worked；　for　witnesses；　was　Accidental　Death。　The　end　of
  the　cravat　was　produced；　and　the　coroner　said　that　it　was
  certainly　enough　to　suggest　suspicion；　but　the　jury；　in　the
  absence　of　any　positive　evidence；　held　to　the　doctor's　notion
  that　she　had　fainted　and　fallen　down；　and　so　got　the　blow　on　her
  temple。　They　reproved　the　people　where　Mary　worked　for　letting
  her　go　home　alone；　without　so　much　as　a　drop　of　brandy　to　support
  her；　after　she　had　fallen　into　a　swoon　from　exhaustion　before
  their　eyes。　The　coroner　added；　on　his　own　account；　that　he
  thought　the　reproof　was　thoroughly　deserved。　After　that；　the
  cravat…end　was　given　back　to　me　by　my　own　desire；　the　police
  saying　that　they　could　make　no　investigations　with　such　a　slight
  clew　to　guide　them。　They　may　think　so；　and　the　coroner；　and
  doctor；　and　jury　may
  think　so；　but；　in　spite　of　all　that　has　passed；　I　am　now　more
  firmly　persuaded　than　ever　that　there　is　some　dreadful　mystery　in
  connection　with　that　blow　on　my　poor　lost　Mary's　temple　which　has
  yet　to　be　revealed；　and　which　may　come　to　be　discovered　through
  this　very　fragment　of　a　cravat　that　I　found　in　her　hand。　I　cannot
  give　any　good　reason　for　why　I　think　so；　but　I　know　that　if　I　had
  been　one　of　the　jury　at　the　inquest；　nothing　should　have　induced
  me　to　consent　to　such　a　verdict　as　Accidental　Death。
  After　I　had　pawned　my　things；　and　had　begged　a　small　advance　of
  wages　at　the　place　where　I　work　to　make　up　what　was　still　wanting
  to　pay　for　Mary's　funeral；　I　thought　I　might　have　had　a　little
  quiet　time　to　prepare　myself　as　I　best　could　for　to…morrow。　But
  this　was　not　to　be。　When　I　got　home　the　landlord　met　me　in　the
  passage。　He　was　in　liquor；　and　more　brutal　and　pitiless　in　his
  way　of　looking　and　speaking　than　ever　I　saw　him　before。
  〃So　you're　going　to　be　fool　enough　to　pay　for　her　funeral；　are
  you？〃　were　his　first　words　to　me。
  I　was　too　weary　and　heart…sick　to　answer；　I　only　tried　to　get　by
  him　to　my　own　door。
  〃If　you　can　pay　for　burying　her；〃　he　went　on；　putting　himself　in
  front　of　me；　〃you　can　pay　her　lawful　debts。　She　owes　me　three
  weeks'　rent。　Suppose　you　raise　the　money　for　that　next；　and　hand
  it　over　to　me？　I'm　not　joking；　I　can　promise　you。　I　mean　to　have
  my　rent；　and；　if　somebody　don't　pay　it；　I'll　have　her　body　seized
  and　sent　to　the　workhouse！〃
  Between　terror　and　disgust；　I　thought　I　should　have　dropped　to
  the　floor　at　his　feet。　But　I　determined　not　to　let　him　see　how　he
  had　horrified　me；　if　I　could　possibly　control　myself。　So　I
  mustered　resolution　enough　to　answer　that　I　did　not　believe　the
  law　gave　him　any　such　wicked　power　over　the　dead。
  〃I'll　teach　you　what　the　law　is！〃　he　broke　in；　〃you'll　raise
  money　to　bury　her　like　a　born　lady；　when　she's　died　in　my　debt；
  will　you？　And　you　think　I'll　let　my　rights　be　trampled　upon　like
  that；　do　you？　See　if　I　do！　I'll　give　you　till　to…night　to　think
  about　it。　If　I　don't　have　the　three　weeks　she　owes　before
  to…morrow；　dead　or　alive；　she　shall　go　to　the　workhouse！〃
  This　time　I　managed　to　push　by　him；　and　get　to　my　own　room；　and
  lock　the　door　in　his　face。　As　soon　as　I　was　alone　I　fell　into　a
  breathless；　suffocating　fit　of　crying　that　seemed　to　be　shaking
  me　to　pieces。　But　there　was　no　good　and　no　help　in　tears；　I　did
  my　best　to　calm　myself　after　a　little　while；　and　tried　to　think
  who　I　should　run　to　for　help　and　protection。
  The　doctor　was　the　first　friend　I　thought　of；　but　I　knew　he　was
  always　out　seeing　his　patients　of　an　afternoon。　The　beadle　was
  the　next　person　who　came　into　my　head。　He　had　the　look　of　being　a
  very　dignified；　unapproachable　kind　of　man　when　he　came　about　the
  inquest；　but　he　talked　to　me　a　little　then；　and　said　I　was　a　good
  girl；　and　seemed；　I　really　thought；　to　pity　me。　So　to　him　I
  determined　to　apply　in　my　great　danger　and　distress。
  Most　fortunately；　I　found　him　at　home。　When　I　told　him　of　the
  landlord's　infamous　threats；　and　of　the　misery　I　was　suffering　in
  consequence　of　them；　he　rose　up　with　a　stamp　of　his　foot；　and
  sent　for　his　gold…laced　cocked　hat　that　he　wears　on　Sundays；　and
  his　long　cane　with　the　ivory　top　to　it。
  〃I'll　give　it　to　him；〃　said　the　beadle。　〃Come　along　with　me；　my
  dear。　I　think　I　told　you　you　were　a　good　girl　at　the　inquestif
  I　didn't；　I　tell　you　so　now。　I'll　give　it　to　him！　Come　along　with
  me。〃
  And　he　went　out；　striding　on　with　his　cocked　hat　and　his　great
  cane；　and　I　followed　him。
  〃Landlord！〃　he　cries；　the　moment　he　gets　into　the　passage；　with　a
  thump　of　his　cane　on　the　floor；　〃landlord！〃　with　a　look　all　round
  him　as　if　he　was　King　of　England　calling　to　a　beast；　〃come　out！〃
  The　moment　the　landlord　came　out　and　saw　who　it　was；　his　eye
  fixed　on　the　cocked　hat；　and　he　turned　as　pale　as　ashes。
  〃How　dare　you　frighten　this　poor　girl？〃　says　the　beadle。　〃How
  dare　you　bully　her　at　this　sorrowful　time　with　threatening　to　do
  what　you　know　you　can't　do？　How　dare　you　be　a　cowardly；　bullying；
  braggadocio　of　an　unmanly　landlord？　Don't　talk　to　me：　I　won't
  hear　you。　I'll　pull　you　up；　sir。　If　you　say　another　word　to　the
  young　woman；　I'll　pull　you　up　before　the　authorities　of　this
  metropolitan　parish。　I've　had　my　eye　on　you；　and　the　authorities
  have　had　their　eye　on　you；　and　the　rector　has　had　his　eye　on　you。
  We　don't　like　the　look　of　your　small　shop　round　the　corner；　we
  don't　like　the　look　of　some　of　the　customers　who　deal　at　it；　we
  don't　like　disorderly　characters；　and　we　don't　by　any　manner　of
  means　like　you。　Go　away。　Leave　the　young　woman　alone。　Hold　your
  tongue；　or　I'll　pull　you　up。　If　he　says　another　word；　or
  interferes　with　you　again；　my　dear；　come　and　tell　me；　and；　as
  sure　as　he's　a　bullying；　unmanly；　braggadocio　of　a　landlord；　I'll
  pull　him　up。〃
  With　those　words　the　beadle　gave　a　loud　cough　to　clear　his
  throat；　and　another　thump　of　his　cane　on　the　floor；　and　so　went
  striding　out　again　before　I　could　open　my　lips　to　thank　him。　The
  landlord　slunk　back　into　his　room　without　a　word。　I　was　left
  alone　and　unmolested　at　last；　to　strengthen　myself　for　the　hard
  trial　of　my　poor　love's　funeral