Chapter 22

“You be very sharp to-day, Prue,” says he. “But he’s bound to go some day, no danger. We mun bide our time.” “He’s Miss Dorabella’s great-uncle, inna he?” “Ah.” “Wunna they want it for young Mister Camperdine?” “Laws, no! He’s after a bishop’s palace.” “Nor yet his cousin?” “Dear no! He’ll never bide long in a place, that lad wunna. A rolling stone, he be, and a caution. No, it’ll be put up to auction when the old man goes, and you and me must mind to get the money ready.” “Why, look ye, a light!” I says. “Where?” …