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Tales And Novels, Vol. 8 by Maria Edgeworth
Book, page 241 / 485


_Gilb._ Now, Mr. ----, to be plain with you at once--here's fifty guineas
in gold, and if you will take them, and give me up the promise you have got
of the new inn, you shall be welcome. That's all I have to say, if I was to
talk till Christmas--and fewest words is best in matters of business.

_Christy._ Fifty guineas in gold!--Don't part with a guinea of them, man,
put 'em up again. You shall have the new inn without a word more, and into
the bargain my good-will and my daughter--and you're a jantleman, and can't
say _no_ to that, any way.

_Gilb._ Yes, but I can though: since you drive me to the wall, I must say
no, and I do say no. And, dang it, I would have been hanged almost as soon
as say so much to a father. I beg your pardon, sir, but my heart is given
to another. Good evening to you.

_Christy._ (_holding him as he attempts to go_) Take it coolly, and listen
to me, and tell me--was you ever married before, Mr. Gilbert?

_Gilb._ Never.

_Christy._ Then I was--and I can tell you that I found to my cost, love
was all in all with me before I was married, and after I had been married
a twel'-month, money was all in all with me; for I had the wife, and I had
not the money, and without the money, the wife must have starved.

_Gilb._ But I can work, sir, and will, head, hands, and heart, for the
woman I love.

_Christy._ Asy said--hard done. Mabel Larken is a very pretty girl. But
wait till I tell you what Kit Monaghan said to me yesterday. I'm going to
be married, sir, says he to me. Ay, so you mintioned to me a fortnight ago,
Kit, says I--to Rose Dermod, isn't it? says I. Not at all, sir, says he--it
is to Peggy McGrath, this time. And what quarrel had you to Rose Dermod?
says I. None in life, sir, says he; but Peggy McGrath had two cows, and
Rose Dermod had but the one, and in my mind there is not the differ of a
cow betwix' one woman and another. Do you understand me now, Mr. Gilbert?

_Gilb._ Sir, we shall never understand one another--pray let me go, before
I get into a passion.


 
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