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Shotover speak about gambling in such terms of disapprobation as he had never heard him use about anything else; and it was well known in the bank that Marway was in the company of gamblers almost every night. He was so troubled, that at first he wished the child had not told him. For what was he to do? Could it be right to let the thing go on? Clare felt sure Mr.
What good would it do you? You're not after her yourself, are you? Ha! ha! that's it! I didn't nose that! But come, hang it! where's the use? I'll give you four flimsies there! Twenty pounds, you idiot! There!" "Mr. Marway, nothing will make me hold my tongue not even your promise to drop the thing." "Then what made you come and cheek me? Impudence?" "Not at all!
I should have been glad enough not to have to do it! I came to you for my own sake." "That of course!" "I came because I would do nothing underhand!" "What are you going to do next, then?" "I am going to tell Mr. Shotover, or Admiral Marway I haven't yet made up my mind which." "What are you going to tell them?"
It did not occur to him that he was himself the cause of the outrage, and that his friend had suffered for him. Clare's head ached a good deal, but he polished the boy's boots. Then he made him try again on his boots, when, warmed by his rage, he did a little better. Clare gave him another penny, and went to the bank. Marway was not there, nor did he show himself for a day or two.
Shotover either did not know that Marway gambled, or did not know that he talked in the nursery with his daughter. But, alas, he could do nothing without telling, and they all said none but the lowest of cads would carry tales! For the young men thought it the part of gentlemen to stick by each other, and hide from Mr. Shotover some things he had a right to know.
Marway, turning on the other heel as he set his foot down, said, "Thank you, Nursie!" and was walking off. "Please, Mr. Marway, give the boy his penny," said Clare. But Marway wanted to take a rise out of Clare. "The fool did nothing for me!" he answered. "He made my boot worse than it was." "It was I did nothing for you, Mr. Marway," rejoined Clare. "What I did, I did for the boy."
If I had low secrets I would not stand up against the side of a caravan when I wanted to talk about them. I was inside. Not to hear you I should have had to stop my ears." "Why didn't you, then, you low-bred flunkey?" "Because I had heard of you what made it my duty to listen." Marway cursed his insolence, and asked what he was doing in such a place. He would report him, he said.
He had met them the night before, and they had together laid a plot for nullifying Clare's interference with Marway's scheme which his friends also had reason to wish successful, for Marway owed them both money. Clare had come in the way of all three. Now little Ann was a guardian cherub to the object of their enmity, and he and she must first of all be separated.
"Then let the boy pay you!" said Marway. The shoe-black went into a sudden rage, caught up one of his brushes, and flung it at Marway as he turned. It struck him on the side of the head. Marway swore, stalked up to Clare and knocked him down, then strode away with a grin. The shoe-black sent his second brush whizzing past his ear, but he took no notice.
As the talking went on, he began to think he knew the other voice also. It was that of Augustus Marway. The two fancied themselves against a caravan full of wild beasts. Marway was the son of the port-admiral, who, late in life, married a silly woman.
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