"
"Well, old chap, it went on and on--you lying under the cloud, and I
mad with every one. I could do nothing to clear you (unless I had
confessed), except sending back the money to Galloway's, with a letter
to say you did not do it. It was upon my mind night and day. I was
always planning how to accomplish it; but for some time I could not
find the money. When Carrick came to Helstonleigh he was short himself,
and I had to wait. I told him I was in an awful mess for the want of
twenty pounds. And that was true in more senses than one, for I did not
know where to turn to for money for my own uses. At last Carrick gave
it me--he had given me a trifle or two before, of five pounds or so, of
no use--and then I had to wait an opportunity of sending it to London
to be posted. Carrick's departure afforded that. I wrote the note to
Galloway with my _left_ hand, in print sort of letters, put the money
into it, and Carrick promised to post it in London. I told him it was a
_Valentine_ to old Galloway, flattering him on his youthful curls, and
Carrick laughed till he was hoarse, at the notion. Deuce take his
memory! he had been pretty nearly a week in London before he thought of
the letter, and then putting his hand into his pocket he found it. I
had given it up by that time, and thought no one in the world ever had
such luck as I. At last it came; and all I can say is, I wish the
post-office had taken that, before it ever did come.
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