Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson
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have shameful proclivities. I am a niggardly dog," and he drove
his knife up to the hilt. "But I will show that fellow," he cried with an oath, "I will show him which is the more generous." "This is no generosity," said I; "this is only pride." "Do you think I want morality?" he asked. I thought he wanted help, and I should give it him, willy-nilly; and no sooner was Mrs. Henry gone to her room than I presented myself at her door and sought admittance. She openly showed her wonder. "What do you want with me, Mr. Mackellar?" said she. "The Lord knows, madam," says I, "I have never troubled you before with any freedoms; but this thing lies too hard upon my conscience, and it will out. Is it possible that two people can be so blind as you and my lord? and have lived all these years with a noble gentleman like Mr. Henry, and understand so little of his nature?" "What does this mean?" she cried. "Do you not know where his money goes to? his - and yours - and the money for the very wine he does not drink at table?" I went on. "To Paris - to that man! Eight thousand pounds has he had of us in seven years, and my patron fool enough to keep it secret!" "Eight thousand pounds!" she repeated. "It in impossible; the estate is not sufficient." |
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