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"Curse your impudence," thought the Major; but he only smiled and bowed.
"The Costigans, too, have met with misfortunes; and our house of Castle
Costigan is by no manes what it was. I have known very honest men
apothecaries, sir, and there's some in Dublin that has had the honour of
dining at the Lord Leftenant's teeble."
"You are very kind to give us the benefit of your charity," the Major
continued: "but permit me to say that is not the question. You spoke just
now of my little nephew as heir of Fairoaks Park and I don't know what
besides."
"Funded property, I've no doubt, Meejor, and something handsome
eventually from yourself."
"My good sir, I tell you the boy is the son of a country apothecary,"
cried out Major Pendennis; "and that when he comes of age he won't have a
shilling."
"Pooh, Major, you're laughing at me," said Mr. Costigan, "me young
friend, I make no doubt, is heir to two thousand pounds a year."
"Two thousand fiddlesticks! I beg your pardon, my dear sir; but has the
boy been humbugging you?--it is not his habit.


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