"Yo' may say that. If it were the deuce's own scribble, and yo' axed me to read in it for yo'r sake and the oud gentleman's, I'd do it. Whatten's this, wench! I'm not going for to take yo'r brass, so dunnot think it. We've been great friends, 'bout the sound o' money passing between us."
"For the children--for Boucher's children," said Margaret, hurriedly. "They may need it. You've no right to refuse it for them. I would not give you one penny," she said, smiling; "don't think there's any of it for you."

'If it were the deuce's own scribble, and yo' axed me to read in it for your sake, and th' oud gentleman's, I'd do it. Whatten's this, wench? I'm not going to take your money, so dunnot think it.'
'For Boucher's children,' said Margaret, hurriedly. 'They may need it. I would not give you a penny,' she said, smiling; 'don't think there's any of it for you.'
