Paul Clifford — Volume 06Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Paul Clifford — Volume 06
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction
"A crown!" said he,--"a crown! Do you mean to insult me, Mr. Pepper?
But, to be sure, you did see to the horses last; and this worthy
gentleman, Mr. Tomlinson, must remember it too."
"How!" cried Augustus; "you are mistaken, and I'll give you half a guinea
to prove it."
MacGrawler opened his eyes larger and larger, even as you may see a small
circle in the water widen into enormity, if you disturb the equanimity of
the surface by the obtrusion of a foreign substance.
"Half a guinea!" said he; "nay, nay, you joke. I'm not mercenary. You
think I am! Pooh, pooh! you are mistaken; I'm a man who means weel, a
man of veracity, and will speak the truth in spite of all the half-
guineas in the world. But certainly, now I begin to think of it, Mr.
Tomlinson did see to the creatures last; and, Mr. Pepper, it is your
turn."
"A very Daniel!" said Tomlinson, chuckling in his usual dry manner.
"Ned, don't you hear the horses neigh?"
"Oh, hang the horses!" said the volatile Pepper, forgetting everything
else, as he thrust his hands in his pockets, and felt the gains of the
night; "let us first look to our winnings!"
So saying, he marched towards the table, and emptied his pockets thereon.
Tomlinson, nothing loath, followed the example. Heavens! what
exclamations of delight issued from the scoundrels' lips, as, one by one,
they inspected their new acquisitions!
"Here's a magnificent creature!" cried Ned, handling that superb watch
studded with jewels which the poor earl had once before unavailingly
redeemed,--"a repeater, by Jove!"
"I hope not," said the phlegmatic Augustus; "repeaters will not tell well
for your conversation, Ned! But, powers that be! look at this ring,--a
diamond of the first water!"
"Oh, the sparkler! it makes one's mouth water as much as itself.
'Sdeath, here's a precious box for a sneezer,--a picture inside, and
rubies outside! The old fellow had excellent taste; it would charm him
to see how pleased we are with his choice of jewelry!"
"Talking of jewelry," said Tomlinson, "I had almost forgotten the morocco
case. Between you and me, I imagine we have a prize there; it looks like
a jewel casket!"
So saying, the robber opened that case which on many a gala day had lent
lustre to the polished person of Mauleverer. Oh, reader, the burst of
rapture that ensued! Imagine it! we cannot express it. Like the Grecian
painter, we drop a veil over emotions too deep for words.
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