CHAPTER XXIII

HOW SMALL PORGES, IN HIS HOUR OF NEED, WAS DESERTED BY HIS UNCLE "Ruined, sir! done for! Lord love me! they ain't worth the trouble of gathering--wot's left on em', Mr. Belloo, sir." "So bad as that, Adam?" "Bad, ah, so bad as ever was, sir!" said Adam, blinking suspiciously, and turning suddenly away. "Has Miss Anthea seen--does she know?" "Ah, she were out at dawn, and oh, Lord, Mr. Belloo, sir, I can't never forget her poor, stricken face, so pale and sad it were. But she never said nothing, but 'Oh, Adam!--my…