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I might promise not to sign a money-lender's bill on my own account, though really I think you take rather an exaggerated view of what is, after all, a common occurrence " "Do I?" said the Colonel meekly. "I'm sorry to hear it. I detest exaggeration. Go on. You might promise not to ruin yourself but you object to promise not to help in the ruin of your friend."
If awkward inquiries were made, how could he be expected to compromise himself, for the sake of a man who had declined to deal with him? Receiving this reply, Mr. He looked about him in a state of helpless despair. The day of the month, recorded on a neat little card in a box on the money-lender's chimney-piece, happened to attract his eye. It was the twenty-third of June.
In a year from the time when the Moonstone was pledged, the Indians will be on the watch for their third chance. Mr. Luker's own lips have told them how long they will have to wait, and your respectable authority has satisfied them that Mr. Luker has spoken the truth. When do we suppose, at a rough guess, that the Diamond found its way into the money-lender's hands?"
Keeping well out of sight behind the hedge, the two boys watched the son of the money-lender. Nat was sneaking past the automobile house and making for a washing-shed adjoining the kitchen of the mansion. "I think I know what he is up to," murmured Dave. "Come on after him, Phil." As silently as shadows Dave and Phil followed the money-lender's son to the shed.
In the outer office, a room furnished so cosily that it might have been a money-lender's, he was attended by a lady who might have been a schoolmistress. "I wish to see Mr. Claud Polteed. He knows me never mind my name." To keep everybody from knowing that he, Soames Forsyte, was reduced to having his wife spied on, was the overpowering consideration. Mr. Claud Polteed so different from Mr.
As the Jew entered he beheld a man leaning against his counter holding a wad of greenbacks in his hand and sobbing violently. Apparently summoning all his resolution, Mr. Ricketty dried his eyes and fervently grasped the money-lender's hand. "Ikey, my boy," he said, "I leave my all with you. I go from your door, Ikey, like one who treads alone some banquet hall deserted.
It was the "punishment interest" that made it mount up whenever they came only a day or two too late with the instalments or whatever it might be. In any case it was an endless screw that would go on all their life pumping out whatever they could scrape together into the money-lender's pocket. But now Pelle meant to put an end to this.
He gazed at Lablache, that obese mountain of blubber, and tried to think of the beautiful, wild Jacky as the money-lender's wife. The thing seemed so preposterous that he burst out into a mocking laugh. Lablache, whose fishy eyes had never left the rancher's face, heard the tone and slowly flushed with anger. For an instant he seemed about to rise, then instead he leant forward.
A money-lender's soul tenanted his austere body, but what would you say if his implication of the Countess Matilda's good faith was justified?" "You mean that the copy which she sent of the Archbishop's letter was fraudulent? I cannot believe it." "Not fraudulent. So far as it went her copy was word perfect.
Out of the jail, then, he came, and, Pathan-like, not content with his own good facts, must needs begin by some fairy-tale that he was a secret agent of the government sent down to spy on that village. Then he warmed to it. Yes, he was that money-lender's agent a persuader of the reluctant, if you like working for a Hindu employer. Naturally, many men owed him grudges.
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