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"The poor fellow always said he was poor," answered the girl. "'Twas you
would have it he was rich, Papa--and made me agree to take him."
"He should have been explicit and told us his income, Milly," answered
the father. "A young fellow who rides a blood mare, and makes presents of
shawls and bracelets, is an impostor if he has no money;--and as for his
uncle, bedad I'll pull off his wig whenever I see 'um. Bows, here, shall
take a message to him and tell him so. Either it's a marriage, or he
meets me in the field like a man, or I tweak 'um on the nose in front of
his hotel or in the gravel walks of Fairoaks Park before all the county,
bedad."
"Bedad, you may send somebody else with the message," said Bows,
laughing. "I'm a fiddler, not a fighting man, Captain."
"Pooh, you've no spirit, sir," roared the General. "I'll be my own
second, if no one will stand by and see me injured. And I'll take my case
of pistols and shoot 'um in the Coffee-room of the George."
"And so poor Arthur has no money?" sighed out Miss Costigan, rather
plaintively.


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