wait there. You needn’t wait yourself; here’s a sovereign of your money, and I’ll leave the rest in the jug in my bedroom. There! It’s worth your while to trust me, I think. As for my luggage, I’ll write to Mr. Rattray about that. But I’ll be shot if I spend another night on his property.”
I was rid of him at last; and there I stood, listening to his headlong steps, until they stumbled out of earshot down the lane; then back to the cottage, at a run myself, and up to my room to be no worse than
t’bath, an’ that there lookin’-glass an’ all.”
She had followed me into the bedroom, where I looked with redoubled interest at each object as she mentioned it, and it was in the glass - a masqueline shaving-glass - that I caught my second glimpse of my landlady’s evil expression - levelled this time at myself.