"You little Conjurer" I says, "how did you ever make it all out? Go in and write it every word down, for it′s a wonder."
Which Jemmy did, and I have repeated it to you my dear from his writing.
Then the Major took my hand and kissed it, and said, "Dearest madam all has prospered with us."
"Ah Major" I says drying my eyes, "we needn′t have been afraid. We might have known it. Treachery don′t come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,—they do, thank God!"
The End.
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