Paul Clifford — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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would be always quartered."
"Ah, gentlemen," said Clifford, who had been for some time silent, "it is more than probable that both your wishes may be heard, and that ye may be drawn, quartered, and something else, too, in the very place of your desert!" "Well," said Tomlinson, smiling gently, "I am happy to hear you jest again, Captain, though it be at our expense." "Expense!" echoed Ned; "ay, there's the rub! Who the deuce is to pay the expense of our dinner?" "And our dinners for the last week?" added Tomlinson. "This empty nut looks ominous; it certainly has one grand feature strikingly resembling my pockets." "Heigho!" sighed Long Ned, turning his waistcoat commodities inside-out with a significant gesture, while the accomplished Tomlinson, who was fond of plaintive poetry, pointed to the disconsolate vacua, and exclaimed, "E'en while Fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart desponding asks if this be joy!" "In truth, gentlemen," added he, solemnly depositing his nut-crackers on the table, and laying, as was his wont when about to be luminous, his right finger on his sinister palm,--"in truth, gentlemen, affairs are growing serious with us, and it becomes necessary forthwith to devise some safe means of procuring a decent competence." |
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