"
"Will you give up the jewels to Mr. Camperdown?"
"No, I won't."
"Or to the jewellers?"
"No, I won't. I mean to--keep them--for--my child." Then there came forth
a sob and a tear, and Lizzie's handkerchief was held to her eyes.
"Your child! Wouldn't they be kept properly for him, and for the family,
if the jewellers had them? I don't believe you care about your child."
"Aunt Penelope, you had better take care."
"I shall say just what I think, Lizzie. You can't frighten me. The fact
is, you are disgracing the family you have married into, and as you are my
niece----"
"I'm not disgracing anybody. You are disgracing everybody."
"As you are my niece, I have undertaken to come to you and to tell you
that if you don't give 'em up within a week from this time they'll proceed
against you for--stealing 'em." Lady Linlithgow, as she uttered this
terrible threat, bobbed her head at her niece in a manner calculated to
add very much to the force of her words. The words, and tone, and gesture
combined were, in truth, awful.
"I didn't steal them. My husband gave them to me with his own hands."
"You wouldn't answer Mr.
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