CHAPTER LXXIX.
MRS. LOVETT FINDS THAT IN THIS WORLD THERE IS RETRIBUTION.
“Black?” said Mrs. Lovett.
“Yes, Black.”
“Do you think me so—” green, she was going to say, but the accidental conjunction of the colours—brown, black, and green—suddenly struck her as ludicrous, and she altered it to foolish. “Do you think me so foolish as for one moment to credit you?”
“Hark you, Mrs. Lovett,” pursued Todd, suddenly assuming quite a different tone. “You have come here full of passion, because you thought I was deceiving you.”
“You are.”
“Allow me to proceed. It is, I believe, one of the penalties of all associations for—for—why do I hesitate about a word?—guilty purposes that there should be mutual distrust. I tell you again, that if I had not moved the money from Brown, we should have lost
