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'Oh! don't swear, said M'Ruen 'pray don't take God's name in vain; I don't like it. 'I shall swear, and to some purpose too, if that's your game. Now look here 'Let me get up, and we'll talk of it as we go to the bank you are so unpunctual, you know. 'D your punctuality. 'Oh! don't swear, Mr. Tudor.
He declined, however, the assistance of the landlady, which no doubt would have been willingly forthcoming, and was divided between his three friends, Alaric, Harry, and Mr. M'Ruen. Alaric was his cousin and his natural resource in such a position, but he had lately rejected Alaric's advice, and now felt a disinclination to call upon him in his difficulty.
In his misery at this state of affairs, he had talked over with Harry all manner of schemes for increasing his income, but he had never told him a word about Mr. M'Ruen. Why his salary, which was now L150 per annum, should not be able to support him, Norman never asked.
And now Charley stood once more in that dingy little front parlour in which he had never yet seen a fire, and once more Mr. Jabesh M'Ruen shuffled into the room in his big cravat and dirty loose slippers. 'How d'ye do, Mr. Tudor, how d'ye do?
'And what is it that I can do for you, Mr. Tudor? said M'Ruen. 'Do for me! Why, bail me, to be sure; they won't let me out unless somebody bails me. You know I shan't run away. 'Bail you! said M'Ruen. 'Yes, bail me, said Charley. 'You don't mean to say that you have any objection? Mr. M'Ruen looked very sharply at his young client from head to foot.
Tudor some other day, say this day month; that is, if you'll be punctual. 'This day month! no, but this very day, Mr. M'Ruen why, you got L18 from me when I received my last salary, and I have not had a shilling back since. 'But you are so unpunctual, Mr. Tudor, and Jabesh twisted his head backwards and forwards within his cravat, rubbing his chin with the interior starch.
'Only be punctual, Mr. Tudor; only be punctual, and I will do anything for you, Mr. M'Ruen had said, as Charley left the house. Charley, however, never had been punctual, and yet his dealings with Mr. M'Ruen had gone on from that day to this. What absolute money he had ever received into his hand he could not now have said, but it was very little, probably not amounting in all to L50.
All he knew was that at the beginning of every quarter Mr. M'Ruen got nearly the half of his little modicum of salary, and that towards the middle of it he usually contrived to obtain an advance of some small, some very small sum, and that when doing so he always put his hand to a fresh bit of paper. He was beginning to be heartily sick of the bill-discounter.
'I don't know about bail, he said: 'it's very dangerous, very; why didn't you send for Mr. Norman or your cousin? 'Because I didn't choose, said Charley 'because I preferred sending to some one I could pay for the trouble. 'Ha ha ha, laughed M'Ruen; 'but that's just it can you pay? You owe me a great deal of money, Mr. Tudor. You are so unpunctual, you know.
At this very moment of Alaric's proposition, at this instant when he found himself talking with so much coolness of the expedience or inexpedience of appropriating to his own purpose a slight trifle of L20,000, he was in dire strait as to money difficulties. He had lately, that is, within the last twelve months, made acquaintance with an interesting gentleman named Jabesh M'Ruen. Mr.
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