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‘
You
must
make
yourself
,
with
as
little
delay
as
possible
,
master
of
Arabella
’
s
one
thousand
pounds
.
’
‘
Three
per
cent
.
consolidated
bank
annuities
,
now
standing
in
her
name
in
the
book
or
books
of
the
governor
and
company
of
the
Bank
of
England
,
’
added
Bob
Sawyer
,
in
legal
phraseology
.
‘
Exactly
so
,
’
said
Ben
.
‘
She
has
it
when
she
comes
of
age
,
or
marries
.
She
wants
a
year
of
coming
of
age
,
and
if
you
plucked
up
a
spirit
she
needn
’
t
want
a
month
of
being
married
.
’
‘
She
’
s
a
very
charming
and
delightful
creature
,
’
quoth
Mr
.
Robert
Sawyer
,
in
reply
;
‘
and
has
only
one
fault
that
I
know
of
,
Ben
.
It
happens
,
unfortunately
,
that
that
single
blemish
is
a
want
of
taste
.
She
don
’
t
like
me
.
’
‘
It
’
s
my
opinion
that
she
don
’
t
know
what
she
does
like
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
contemptuously
.
‘
Perhaps
not
,
’
remarked
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
But
it
’
s
my
opinion
that
she
does
know
what
she
doesn
’
t
like
,
and
that
’
s
of
more
importance
.
’
‘
I
wish
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
setting
his
teeth
together
,
and
speaking
more
like
a
savage
warrior
who
fed
on
raw
wolf
’
s
flesh
which
he
carved
with
his
fingers
,
than
a
peaceable
young
gentleman
who
ate
minced
veal
with
a
knife
and
fork
—
‘
I
wish
I
knew
whether
any
rascal
really
has
been
tampering
with
her
,
and
attempting
to
engage
her
affections
.
I
think
I
should
assassinate
him
,
Bob
.
’
‘
I
’
d
put
a
bullet
in
him
,
if
I
found
him
out
,
’
said
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
stopping
in
the
course
of
a
long
draught
of
beer
,
and
looking
malignantly
out
of
the
porter
pot
.
‘
If
that
didn
’
t
do
his
business
,
I
’
d
extract
it
afterwards
,
and
kill
him
that
way
.
’
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
gazed
abstractedly
on
his
friend
for
some
minutes
in
silence
,
and
then
said
—
