The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope
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'Then they ought to go tick. I don't think I've paid for any of mine
I've bought this season. There was somebody here yesterday--' 'What! here at the club?' 'Yes; followed me here to say he wanted to be paid for something! It was horses, I think because of the fellow's trousers.' 'What did you say?' 'Me! Oh, I didn't say anything.' 'And how did it end?' 'When he'd done talking I offered him a cigar, and while he was biting off the end went upstairs. I suppose he went away when he was tired of waiting.' 'I'll tell you what, Dolly; I wish you'd let me ride two of yours for a couple of days,--that is, of course, if you don't want them yourself. You ain't tight now, at any rate.' 'No; I ain't tight,' said Dolly, with melancholy acquiescence. 'I mean that I wouldn't like to borrow your horses without your remembering all about it. Nobody knows as well as you do how awfully done up I am. I shall pull through at last, but it's an awful squeeze in the meantime. There's nobody I'd ask such a favour of except you.' 'Well, you may have them;--that is, for two days. I don't know whether |
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