into a
garden,
and had an
iron safe
let into
the wall;
so
immediately
over the
mantelshelf,
that I
wondered,
as I sat
down, how
the sweeps
got round
it when
they swept
the
chimney.
'Well,
Miss
Trotwood,'said
Mr.
Wickfield;
for I soon
found that
it was he,
and that
he was a
lawyer,
and
steward of
the
estates of
a rich
gentleman
of the
county;'what
wind blows
you here?
Not an ill
wind, I
hope?'
'No,'replied
my aunt.'I
have not
come for
any law.'
'That's
