Just. Consider, the jewels are found.
rlint. 'Tis not the silly baubles I regard. Are you
a man ? are you a father ? and think you I could
stoop so low, vile as I stand here, as to make money
— filthy money — of the stuff which a daughter's
touch has desecrated ? Deep in some pit first I would
bury them.
just. Yet pause a little. Consider. An only child.
Flint. Only, only, — there, it is that stings me,
makes me mad. She was the only thing I had to love
me — to bear me up against the nipping injuries of
the world. I prate when I should act. Bring in
your prisoner.
( The Justice makes signs to an Officer^ who goes out^
and returns with Miss Flyn.)

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THE PAWNBROKER'S DAUGHTER

Flint. What mockery of my sight is here ? This
is no daughter.
Off. Daughter, or no daughter, she has confessed
to this casket.
Flint {Handling it). The very same. Was it in the
power of these pale splendors to dazzle the sight of
honesty — to put out the regardful eye of piety and
daughter-love? Why, a poor glow-worm shev^
more brightly. Bear witness how I valued them —
{tramples on them.) — Fair lady, know you aught of
my child ?

Miss F. I shall here answer no questions.
Just. You must explain how you came by these
jewels, madam.
Miss F. {aside). Now confidence assist me ! A

gentleman in the neighbourhood will answer for
me

Just. His name

Miss F. Pendulous

Just. That lives in the next street ?

miss F. The same now I have him sure.
Just. Let him be sent for. I believe the gentle-
man to be respectable, and will accept his security.
