The Highwayman by H. C. (Henry Christopher) Bailey
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the month."
"Bed?" His father shifted upon it. "A bag of stones, I think. And for the board--bread of affliction and water of affliction by what I saw of the remains. Egad, Harry, they are savages, these Wavertons." "I did not hear you say so to madame. And Geoffrey is not a bad fellow as far as he has understanding." "A dolt, eh? He might take a woman's eye, though. These big dreamy fellows, the women hanker after them queerly. Take care, Harry." He looked knowing. "Bed and board--bah, you can do better than that. Now what do you think I have been doing?" "Something profitable, to judge by your genial splendours. Have you turned highwayman?" "You all talk about highwaymen in this house," said the Colonel with a frown and a keen glance. "Damme, no." "Why, are you really a colonel?" "Faith, you may come see my commission,"--Colonel Boyce was not annoyed,--"and, egad, share my pay." He pulled out a fat purse and thrust some guineas upon Harry. "Don't deny me now, boy," he said, with some tenderness. "I never meant to," said Harry, and counted them. "But how long have you |
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