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Bommaney, but I really must speak out now, sir. It isn't respectable, sir, to talk like that. After this there was a long silence, and Bommaney, who had repouched the bottle after his last application to it, consulted it again, and handed it wordlessly to Hornett, without looking at him. 'Phil might, he murmured in a while he might be brought to believe me.
'The money, cried Bommaney, turning furiously upon him. 'What money? Hornett edged away upon his knees, and his thumb and fingers traced the creases of his smile up and down his stubbly cheeks. 'Do you think, the old man demanded passionately, 'that I took away a penny? Hornett was afraid to rise.
Hornett, his confidential clerk, would know how he was breaking down, and would speak of his want of courage and self-command hereafter. The reflection nerved him somewhat, and he sluiced his face with water, making a little unnecessary noise of splashing to tell the listener how he was engaged.
James Hornett softly closed the door, and stood on the landing with long lean fingers scraping at his lantern jaws. He was a little man, short of stature, and sparely built. His skin was vealy in complexion, and he had wiry hair of a russet-red. Even when he was clean shaven his fingers rasped upon his hollow cheeks with a faint sound.
Barter had found the notes he wouldn't care to face you again, and he mightn't have answered your knock at the door, though he might have heard it. 'Any fool could tell me that, said Bommaney roughly. 'What do you mean? 'I've noticed, sir, said Hornett, with marked humility, as if he apologised for having said anything, 'that young Mr.
Hornett applied the match to the shavings, and, as the fire leapt up, the two men knelt together, coughing and choking in the smoke, and bathing their chilled hands in the flame. Bommaney drew the flat bottle from a pocket hidden somewhere in his multitudinous rags, and drank. Hornett watched him greedily, with hands involuntarily and unconsciously extended.
'Never, sir, I'm sure, Hornett responded, not doubting in his own mind that Bommaney was guilty. 'But 'But what? cried Bommaney. 'My own son, my own flesh and blood, would hardly shake hands with me. My clerk I took him out of the gutter, you know that, Hornett! I took you out of the gutter and made a man of you, and lavished kindness on you.
When I worked up at 'the house' I et just what the master et; sometimes he would give it to me his-self. When he didn't, I et it anyway. "He was so good, and I was so scared of him, till I didn't ever run away from his place", Ambrose reminisces; "I had somebody there that I liked, anyway. When he finally went to the war, he sold me back to a man in North Carolina, in Hornett County.
But the war was near over then; I soon was as free as I am now. "I guess we musta celebrated 'Mancipation about twelve times in Hornett County. Every time a bunch of No'thern sojers would come through they would tell us we was free and we'd begin celebratin'. Before we would get through somebody else would tell us to go back to work, and we would go.
'They were stopped at the Bank, I know, because I saw the advertisement. It wouldn't be easy to get rid of them. 'There are ways and means, sir, said Hornett. 'They'd have to be disposed of at a loss, of course a heavy loss and kept quiet for a considerable time. 'Have you heard of any of them coming into circulation? asked Bommaney.
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