CHAPTER XII. You must, know, Sir Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that, in the course of my business I've found it convenient to become the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of which I can transmit any light ware,—such as gold watches, rings, and plate, as well as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been spoken with by way of the mail,—you understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a secure and ready market for them. While they were still engaged in looking round the doctor returned with a nurse and assistant. I don’t love you. And how much I owe you, too, dearest Winifred, for your kindness and attention. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. The deafening report froze time. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. With the same inducements we should all do the same thing.
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