Richard Carvel — Volume 07 by Winston Churchill
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yesterday to tell me that your uncle had swindled you? I thought I was
your friend," says he, "and I learn of your misfortune through others." "It is because you are my friend, and my best friend, that I would not worry you when you lay next door to death on my account," I said, with emotion. And just then Banks announced Mr. Dix. "Let him wait," said I, greatly disturbed. "Show him up!" said my Lord, peremptorily. "No, no!" I protested; "he can wait. We shall have no business now." But Banks was gone. And I found out, long afterward, that it was put up between them. The agent swaggered in with that easy assurance he assumed whenever he got the upper hand. He was the would-be squire once again, in top-boots and a frock. I have rarely seen a man put out of countenance so easily as was Mr. Dix that morning when he met his Lordship's fixed gaze from the arm-chair. "And so you are turned Jew?" says he, tapping his snuffbox. "Before you go ahead so fast again, you will please to remember, d--n you, that Mr. Carvel is the kind that does not lose his friends with his fortune." Mr. Dix made a salaam, which was so ludicrous in a squire that my Lord roared with laughter, and I feared for his wound. |
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