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"That's by his way of it; but I've an idee of my own. He tried to bribe me, Mr. Michael. Bribe me!" she repeated, with inimitable scorn. "That's no' kind of a young gentleman." "Did he so?" said Michael. "I bet he didn't offer much." "No more he did," replied Teena; nor could any subsequent questioning elicit from her the sum with which the thrifty leather merchant had attempted to corrupt her.
Michael see, ye're upsettin' the sauce, that's a clean table-cloth the best of the joke is that he thinks your father's dead and you're keepin' it dark." Michael whistled. "Set a thief to catch a thief," said he. "Exac'ly what I told him!" cried the delighted dame. "I'll make him dance for that," said Michael. "Couldn't ye get the law of him some way?" suggested Teena truculently.
'But ye'll not be the first that's asked me that the day. 'No? said the lawyer. 'Who else? 'Ay, that's a joke, too, said Teena grimly. 'A friend of yours: Mr Morris. 'Morris! What was the little beggar wanting here? enquired Michael. 'Wantin'? To see him, replied the housekeeper, completing her meaning by a movement of the thumb toward the upper storey.
The hot Scotch having somewhat warmed up the embers of the Heidsieck, It was touching to observe the master's eagerness to pull himself together under the servant's eye; and when he remarked, 'I think, Teena, I'll take a brandy and soda, he spoke like a man doubtful of his elocution, and not half certain of obedience. 'No such a thing, Mr Michael, was the prompt return. 'Clar't and water.
A hell-like voice in Morris's own bosom gave the answer: 'Blackmail me. Anxiety the Second: The Fraud of the Tontine; or, Is my Uncle dead? This, on which all Morris's hopes depended, was yet a question. He had tried to bully Teena; he had tried to bribe her; and nothing came of it. He had his moral conviction still; but you cannot blackmail a sharp lawyer on a moral conviction.
A hell-like voice in Morris's own bosom gave the answer: "Blackmail me." Anxiety the Second: The Fraud of the Tontine; or, Is my Uncle dead? This, on which all Morris's hopes depended, was yet a question. He had tried to bully Teena; he had tried to bribe her; and nothing came of it. He had his moral conviction still; but you cannot blackmail a sharp lawyer on a moral conviction.
There was another silence, during which Morris appeared to himself to be shot in a trapeze as high as St Paul's, and as low as Baker Street Station. 'Let us recapitulate, said Michael, 'unless it's really a dream, in which case I wish Teena would call me for breakfast. My friend Pitman, here, received a barrel which, it now appears, was meant for you. The barrel contained the body of a man.
"No, I don't think I could, and I'm quite sure I don't want to," replied Michael. "But I say, Teena, I really don't believe this claret's wholesome; it's not a sound, reliable wine. Give us a brandy and soda, there's a good soul." Teena's face became like adamant. "Well, then," said the lawyer fretfully, "I won't eat any more dinner." "Ye can please yourself about that, Mr.
Michael," said Teena, and began composedly to take away. "I do wish Teena wasn't a faithful servant!" sighed the lawyer, as he issued into King's Road. The rain had ceased; the wind still blew, but only with a pleasant freshness; the town, in the clear darkness of the night, glittered with street-lamps and shone with glancing rain-pools.
We had our plates and cup and took it to the pot and they put some victuals in 'em, then we went and et where we pleased. We had all the meat we could eat and all the milk we could drink all the time. Aunt Teena sewed and grandma would weave cloth. They made white aprons. My hair was nice and old mistress would tell Aunt Judy to curl my hair. They rolled it up on cloth and on little light cobs.
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