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"
I
have
every
reason
to
believe
so
,
but
he
would
never
make
me
any
allowance
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
I
have
heard
of
his
miserly
ways
.
My
poor
Marshall
,
your
position
has
been
a
very
hard
one
.
By
the
way
,
have
you
heard
any
news
of
Lord
Southerton
’
s
health
lately
?
"
"
He
has
always
been
in
a
critical
condition
ever
since
my
childhood
.
"
"
Exactly
—
a
creaking
hinge
,
if
ever
there
was
one
.
Your
inheritance
may
be
a
long
way
off
.
Dear
me
,
how
awkwardly
situated
you
are
!
"
"
I
had
some
hopes
,
sir
,
that
you
,
knowing
all
the
facts
,
might
be
inclined
to
advance
—
—
"
"
Don
’
t
say
another
word
,
my
dear
boy
,
"
he
cried
,
with
the
utmost
cordiality
;
"
we
shall
talk
it
over
tonight
,
and
I
give
you
my
word
that
whatever
is
in
my
power
shall
be
done
.
"
I
was
not
sorry
that
my
visit
was
drawing
to
a
close
,
for
it
is
unpleasant
to
feel
that
there
is
one
person
in
the
house
who
eagerly
desires
your
departure
.
Mrs
.
King
’
s
sallow
face
and
forbidding
eyes
had
become
more
and
more
hateful
to
me
.
She
was
no
longer
actively
rude
—
her
fear
of
her
husband
prevented
her
—
but
she
pushed
her
insane
jealousy
to
the
extent
of
ignoring
me
,
never
addressing
me
,
and
in
every
way
making
my
stay
at
Greylands
as
uncomfortable
as
she
could
.
So
offensive
was
her
manner
during
that
last
day
,
that
I
should
certainly
have
left
had
it
not
been
for
that
interview
with
my
host
in
the
evening
which
would
,
I
hoped
,
retrieve
my
broken
fortunes
.
It
was
very
late
when
it
occurred
,
for
my
relative
,
who
had
been
receiving
even
more
telegrams
than
usual
during
the
day
,
went
off
to
his
study
after
dinner
,
and
only
emerged
when
the
household
had
retired
to
bed
.
I
heard
him
go
round
locking
the
doors
,
as
custom
was
of
a
night
,
and
finally
he
joined
me
in
the
billiard
-
room
.
His
stout
figure
was
wrapped
in
a
dressing
-
gown
,
and
he
wore
a
pair
of
red
Turkish
slippers
without
any
heels
.
Settling
down
into
an
arm
-
chair
,
he
brewed
himself
a
glass
of
grog
,
in
which
I
could
not
help
noticing
that
the
whisky
considerably
predominated
over
the
water
.
"
My
word
!
"
said
he
,
"
what
a
night
!
"
