Bred in the Bone by James Payn
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boast of me as such, I will have you turned out neck and crop; but as
Mr. Richard Yorke, my guest, you will be welcome at Crompton, so long as we two suit each other; only beware, young Sir, that you tell me no lies. I shall soon get rid of you on these terms," continued the Squire, with a chuckle; "for to speak truth must be as difficult to you, considering the stock you come of, as dancing on the tight-rope. Your mother, indeed, was a first-rate rope-dancer in that way, and I rarely caught her tripping; but you--" "Sir," interrupted the young man, passionately, "is this your hospitality?" "True, lad, true," answered the Squire, good-humoredly; "I had intended to have forgotten Madam Yorke's existence. Well, Sir, what _are_ you?--what do you do, I mean, for a livelihood--beside 'night-watching?'" "I am a landscape-painter, Sir." "Umph!" grunted Carew, contemptuously; "you don't get fat on that pasture, I reckon. Have you never done any thing else?" For a single instant the young man hesitated to reply; then answered, "Never." "You are quite sure of that?" inquired the other, suspiciously. "Quite sure." "Good! Here, come with me." |
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