Paul Clifford — Volume 06 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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lustre to the polished person of Mauleverer. Oh, reader, the burst of
rapture that ensued! Imagine it! we cannot express it. Like the Grecian painter, we drop a veil over emotions too deep for words. "But here," said Pepper, when they had almost exhausted their transports at sight of the diamonds,--"here's a purse,--fifty guineas! And what's this? Notes, by Jupiter! We must change them to-morrow before they are stopped. Curse those fellows at the Bank! they are always imitating us, we stop their money, and they don't lose a moment in stopping it too. Three hundred pounds! Captain, what say you to our luck?" Clifford had sat gloomily looking on during the operations of the robbers; he now, assuming a correspondent cheerfulness of manner, made a suitable reply, and after some general conversation the work of division took place. "We are the best arithmeticians in the world," said Augustus, as he pouched his share; "addition, subtraction, division, reduction,--we have them all as pat as 'The Tutor's Assistant;' and, what is better, we make them all applicable to the _Rule of Three_." "You have left out multiplication!" said Clifford, smiling. "Ah! because that works differently. The other rules apply to the specie-s of the kingdom; but as for multiplication, we multiply, I fear, no species but our own!" "Fie, gentlemen!" said MacGrawler, austerely,--for there is a wonderful decorum in your true Scotsmen. "Actions are trifles; nothing can be cleaner than their words!" "Oh, you thrust in your wisdom, do you?" said Ned. "I suppose you want your part of the booty!" |
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