A Man of Mark by Anthony Hope
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The signorina appeared a little embarrassed. But at last she broke out: "I don't care if I do tell you. When I agreed to stay here, he [we knew whom she meant] gave me one hundred thousand dollars. And I had fifty thousand, or thereabouts, of my own that I had--" "Saved out of your salary as a prima donna," put in the colonel. "What does it matter?" said she, flushing; "I had it. Well, then, what did he do? He persuaded me to put it all--the whole one hundred and fifty thousand--into his horrid debt. Oh! wasn't it mean, Mr. Martin?" The President had certainly combined business and pleasure in this matter. "Disgraceful!" I remarked. "And if that goes, I am penniless--penniless. And there's poor aunt. What will she do?" "Never mind your aunt," said the colonel, rather rudely. "Well," he went on, "you see we're in the same boat with you, Martin." "Yes; and we shall soon be in the same deep water," said I. "Not at all!" said the colonel. "Not at all!" echoed the signorina. |
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