Green I can't call my soul my own," said the victim
of matrimony as she rose to depart. "If my poor boy had lived things
would have been different. His father left the house and furniture to
him, and that's all my second married me for, I'm sure. That and the bit
o' money that was left to me. He's selling some of my boy's furniture at
this very moment. That's why I came out; I couldn't bear it."
"P'r'aps he'll turn up after all," said Mr. Letts. "Never say die."
Mrs. Green shook her head.
"I s'pose," said Mr. Letts, regarding her--"I s'pose you don't let
lodgings for a night or two?" Mrs. Green shook her head again.
"It don't matter," said the young man. "Only I would sooner stay with
you than at a lodging-house. I've taken a fancy to you. I say, it would
be a lark if you did, and I went there and your husband thought I was
your son, wouldn't it?"
Mrs. Green caught her breath, and sitting down again took his arm in her
trembling fingers.
"Suppose," she said, unsteadily--"suppose you came round and pretended to
be my son--pretended to be my son, and stood up for me?"
Mr. Letts stared at her in amazement, and then began to laugh.
"Nobody would know," continued the other, quickly. "We only came to this
place just before he sailed, and his sister was only ten at the time.
She wouldn't remember."
Mr.
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