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 the box. On the inside of the lid was pasted a discoloured piece of
paper, and on the paper was written, in a round, laborious hand, the
name, "John Bolderfield." "My blazes!" he said slowly, his bloodshot
eyes opening wider than ever. "It's old John's money! So yo've been
after it, eh?" He turned to her with a grin, one hand on the box. He had
been tramping for more than three months, during which time they had
heard nothing of him. His filthy clothes scarcely hung together. His
cheeks were hollow and wolfish. From the whole man there rose a sort of
exhalation of sodden vice. Bessie had seen him drunken and out at elbows
before, but never so much of the beast as this. However, by this time
she had somewhat recovered herself, and, approaching him, she stooped
and tried to shut the box. "You take yourself off," she said,
desperately, pu