nside I don't know, for of course I didn't open it.

"We was both very glad, at least I was, you may be sure; and the doctor
were very kind about it, and shook hands with me, and said he was sorry
as we'd been kept out of the things so long: but I told him it were no
fault of his, and it were all right, for the Lord's hand were plainly in
it; for if it had gone elsewhere we might never have seen it again. So
I carried off the bag as carefully as if it had been made of solid gold,
and it hasn't been out of my sight a moment till I got it safe home.

"The doctor sent his best regards to you, sir, and the same to Miss
Maltby, and so did his missus. And as I went out at the door, I just
said to the green boy, `William, you keep a civil tongue in your head to
_everybody_, my lad, and don't be too proud of them buttons.'

"And now, dear friends, with your leave, I'll open the bag again, and
see what it's got to tell us." Having unlocked the padlock with an
ordinary key, Thomas Bradly drew forth a quantity of paper, and then a
small packet wrapped up in silver paper which he handed to his sister.
Poor Jane's hands trembled as she unfolded the covering, and she had
some difficulty in maintaining her self-command as she drew forth the
bracelet, the innocent occasion of so much trial and sorrow. It was
evidently a costly article, and, though a little tarnished, looked very
beautiful. As Jane held it up for inspection, tears of mingled sadness
and thankfulness filled her eyes.

"Oh," she said, "how little did I think, when I took the fellow to this
bracelet into my hand at Lady Morville's, and held it up to look at it,
as I am doing now, that such a flood of sorrow would have come from such
a simple act of mine! Ah, but I can see already how wonderfully the
Lord has been bringing good to others out of what seemed so long to be
full of nothing but evil for me."

"You recognise the bracelet then, Jane," asked the vicar, "as the match
to the one which was found in your hand?"

"O yes, sir: the image of that bracelet has been burnt into my memory; I
could never forget it; it has often haunted me in my dreams."

While these words were being spoken, Thomas had emptied out the
remaining contents of the bag on to the table, and thoroughly examined
them. All that he found was the unopened envelope and a quantity of
waste paper.

"This belongs to you, dear Jane," said Bradly, giving her the letter.

She shook her head. "I c