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At the same time he had a better look at me, toised me a second time sharply, and then smiled. "I wager, my friend," says he, "that I know both your name and your nickname. I divined these very clothes upon your hand of writing, Mr. Mackellar." At these words I fell to shaking. "Oh," says he, "you need not be afraid of me.
"God knows how we have sweated farthings to produce it," said I. "But eight thousand and sixty is the sum, beside odd shillings. And if you can think my patron miserly after that, this shall be my last interference." "You need say no more, Mr. Mackellar," said she. "You have done most properly in what you too modestly call your interference.
I suppose it was the haggard face that put me suddenly upon my enterprise. "My lord," said I, with my head down, and feigning to continue my occupation "or, rather, let me call you again by the name of Mr. Henry, for I fear your anger and want you to think upon old times " "My good Mackellar!" said he; and that in tones so kindly that I had near forsook my purpose.
Mackellar does, for he kens all, and has seen him buried before now. This is a very good servant to me, Sir William, this man Mackellar; he buried him with his own hands he and my father by the light of two siller candlesticks. The other man is a familiar spirit; he brought him from Coromandel. I would have told ye this long syne, Sir William, only it was in the family."
"Well," argued Hal, "oughtn't I go to him, to give him a chance, at least? You can't tell, he might have a heart inside him." "It isn't a heart he needs," replied MacKellar; "it's a back-bone." "But surely I ought to put it up to him! If he won't do anything, at least I'll put him on record, and it'll make another story for you, won't it, Mr. Keating?" "Yes, that's true," admitted the reporter.
There was the entail, again, which was much controverted. In short, there was no want of talk, back and forward; and some of our wise-acres took up a strong opinion. I remained in suspense, as became one of my cloth; but Mr. Mackellar's docket here has finally opened my eyes. I do not think, Mr. Mackellar, that you and I will give him that much rope."
Mackellar; I have thought upon this matter all night, and there is no way out of it. Papers or no papers, the door of this house stands open for him; he is the rightful heir, forsooth! If we sought to exclude him, all would redound against poor Henry, and I should see him stoned again upon the streets. Ah! if Henry dies, it is a different matter!
I stumbled to my feet ashamed, and was seized with surprise to find myself totter and ache like one that had been stretched upon the rack. Secundra Dass, who had slept off the effects of his drug, stood in a corner not far off, gazing at me with wild eyes; and from the open skylight the captain thanked me for my supplications. "It's you that saved the ship, Mr. Mackellar," says he.
I have borne all this too long. See what he writes further on; read it for yourself: 'I know you are a niggardly dog. A niggardly dog! I niggardly? Is that true, Mackellar? You think it is?" I really thought he would have struck me at that. "Oh, you all think so! Well, you shall see, and he shall see, and God shall see. If I ruin the estate and go barefoot, I shall stuff this bloodsucker.
"I am here to plead the cause of my master," I said. "I need not tell you how he acts. You know how he is placed. You know with what generosity, he has always met your other met your wishes," I corrected myself, stumbling at that name of son. "You know you must know what he has suffered what he has suffered about his wife." "Mr. Mackellar!" cried my lord, rising in bed like a bearded lion.
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