Then Rawdon took out of his pocket the little pocket-book which he had discovered in Becky's desk, and from which he drew a bundle of the notes which it contained. "Here's six hundred," he said--"you didn't know I was so rich. I want you to give the money to Briggs, who lent it to us--and who was kind to the boy--and I've always felt ashamed of having taken the poor old woman's money. And here's some more--I've only kept back a few pounds--which Becky may as well have, to get on with." As he spoke he took hold of the other notes to give to his brother, but his hands shook, and he was so agitated that the pocket-book fell from him, and out of it the thousand-pound note which had been the last of the unlucky Becky's winnings.
Pitt stooped and picked them up, amazed at so much wealth. "Not that," Rawdon said. "I hope to put a bullet into the man whom that belongs to." He had thought to himself, it would be a fine revenge to wrap a ball in the note and kill Steyne with it.

Then Rawdon took out the little pocket-book which he had discovered in Becky's desk, and drew from it a bundle of notes.
"Here's six hundred," he said. "I want you to give the money to Briggs, who lent it to us - and who was kind to the boy. And here's some more - I've only kept back a few pounds - which Becky may as well have, to get on with."
As he spoke his hands shook so much that the pocket-book fell, and out of it came the thousand-pound note which had been the last of Becky's winnings.
Pitt stooped and picked it up, amazed.
"Not that," Rawdon said. "I hope to put a bullet into the man whom that belongs to." He had thought to himself, it would be a fine revenge to wrap a bullet in the note and kill Steyne with it.
