What Will He Do with It — Volume 07 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"Why, I gave you four pounds the other day, besides six pounds for clothes; it can't be gone." "Every penny." "Dear, dear! can't you maintain yourself anyhow? Can't you get any one to play at cards? Four pounds! Why, with your talent for whist, four pounds are a capital!" "Whom can I play with! Whom can I herd with? Cracksmen and pickpockets. Fit me out; ask me to your own house; invite your own friends; make up a rubber, and you will then see what I can do with four pounds; and may go shares if you like, as we used to do." "Don't talk so loud. Losely, you know very well that what you ask is impossible. I've turned over a new leaf." "But I've still got your handwriting on the old leaf." "What's the good of these stupid threats? If you really wanted to do me a mischief, where could you go to, and who'd believe you?" "I fancy your wife would. I'll try. Hillo--" "Stop--stop--stop. No row here, sir. No scandal. Hold your tongue, or I'll send for the police." "Do! Nothing I should like better. I'm tired out. I want to tell my own story at the Old Bailey, and have my revenge upon you, upon Darrell, |
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