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A Simpleton by Charles Reade
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to keep us both. So give me the stone, if you please. I shall take it
round to them all, and the rogues won't get it out of ME for a hundred
and fifty; why, it is as big as a nut."

"No, no, Reginald. Money has always made mischief between you and me.
You never had fifty pounds yet, you didn't fall into temptation. Do
pray let me keep it for you; or else sell it--I know how to sell; nobody
better--and keep the money for a good occasion."

"Is it yours, or mine?" said he, sulkily.

"Why yours, dear; you earned it."

"Then give it me, please." And he almost forced it out of her hand.

So now she sat down and cried over this piece of good luck, for her
heart filled with forebodings.

He laughed at her, but at last had the grace to console her, and assure
her she was tormenting herself for nothing.

"Time will show," said she, sadly.

Time did show.

Three or four days he came, as usual, to laugh her out of her
forebodings. But presently his visits ceased. She knew what that meant:
he was living like a gentleman, melting his diamond, and playing her
false with the first pretty face he met.

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