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And, by my troth, had I known beforehand that thou hadst so much strength in thee, and wouldst have brought me so near to a great mishap, I would not have suffered thee to enter this time. Know then that I have all along deceived thee by my illusions; first in the forest, where I tied up the wallet with iron wire so that thou couldst not untie it.
Mhamood replied, "To hear is to obey;" and thus began an adventure of his own. The Koord Robber. Some years ago I took a journey from my own country to the land of Yemen, accompanied by a slave, who was a lad of much ready wit, and who carried a wallet containing a few necessaries.
"Two thousand pounds! Two thousand! and a quarter of that would save me," he was thinking. Were the notes in that wallet of which he could trace the outline in the breast pocket of the other's coat? His eyes were turned again and again, as if fascinated, to that breast pocket, while he talked on
The girl took the money which Bernardine handed to her, her eyes following every movement of the white hand that placed the wallet back in her pocket. "You must be rich to have so much money about you," she said, slowly, with a laugh that grated harshly on Bernardine's sensitive ears.
Though he will not let his beard grow long, the slovenly old fellow never has it shaven when he ought to. He is a jolly vagabond, and never fit for company; but he is a great friend of the children, who romp over his knees and shoulders, pull his ears and climb up over his shaven head. He always keeps something good for them in his wallet.
With a quick glance over his shoulder, my new acquaintance shoved a revolver right up in the teeth of the prosperous one. Skyward the podgy, bejeweled hands, and we deftly went through him, securing his wallet, watch, scarf-pin, and then stripped his fingers of their adornment.
A few moments after mid-day, while du Tillet was breakfasting, Monsieur Gigonnet was announced. "Let him come in," said the banker, though his wife was at table. "Well, my old Shylock, is our man locked up?" "No." "Why not? Didn't I give you the address, rue du Mail, hotel " "He has paid up," said Gigonnet, drawing from his wallet a pile of bank-bills. Du Tillet looked furious.
No adventure, no setting forth, and small liberty, for him. But Tom-a-Bedlam, the wild man in patches or in ribbons, with his wallet and his horn for alms of food or drink, came and went as fitfully as the storm, free to suffer all the cold an unsheltered creature; and the chill fancy of the villager followed him out to the heath on a journey that had no law.
It's the best I can think of now. It ain't what I should choose, but it's the best I can think of. I've had short notice. I can't let 'em take me." As he talked he seemed to derive some comfort from action. He pulled on his boots. He wriggled into his coat. From a pewter pitcher high up on a dresser shelf he secured a fat wallet.
I will give you a supply of small bills and, change, as you may have to change some bills." He drew from his side pocket a wallet, which he placed in the hands of our hero. "This wallet contains twenty dollars," he said: "Of course you will bring me back that amount, in addition to what you take at the door this evening." "Very well, sir."
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