"Look there, you fool," Becky said, still with provoking good humour, and taking a little paper out of her belt, she opened it and flung it into Emmy's lap. "You know his handwriting. He wrote that to me--wanted me to run away with him--gave it me under your nose, the day before he was shot--and served him right!" Becky repeated.

"Look there, you fool," Becky said, still with provoking good humour; and taking a little paper out of her belt, she flung it into Emmy's lap. "You know his handwriting. He wrote that to me - wanted me to run away with him - gave it me the day before he was shot - and served him right!"
