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“Don’t let me disturb you, Cassy,” he said. “I have been detained very late. I am going downstairs again—there is a spark of fire in the dining-room—to have one cigar before I turn in. Go to sleep again.”
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“Very anxious to see me, was he? I have my own opinion about that. But, no doubt, he wants me to believe that he’s anxious.”
“He seems in a good deal of distress of mind, father.”
“I daresay. And what about the minds of the folks as hold his promises to pay? Just so much waste paper, those are, I take it; I’d as lief have his word of honour myself. And most people in Whitford know what that’s worth.”
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Old Max knitted his brows.
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