So, see and get the money,
and pretty quickly, will you?'
'Oh!' said Dunsey, sneeringly, coming nearer to his brother and
looking into his face. 'Suppose, now, you get the money yourself,
and save me the trouble, eh? Since you was so kind as to hand it
over to me, you'll not refuse me the kindness to pay it back for me:
it was your brotherly love made you do it, you know.'
Godfrey bit his lips and clenched his fist. 'Don't come near me
with that look, else I'll knock you down.'
'Oh, no, you won't,' said Dunsey, turning away on his heel,
however. 'Because I'm such a good-natured brother, you know. I might
get you turned out of house and home, and cut off with a shilling
any day. I might tell the Squire how his handsome son was married to
that nice young woman, Molly Farren, and was very unhappy because he
couldn't live with his drunken wife, and I should slip into your place
as comfortable as could be. But, you see, I don't do it- I'm so easy
and good-natured. You'll take any trouble for me. You'll get the
hundred pounds for me- I know you will.'
'How can I get the money?' said Godfrey, quivering. 'I haven't a
shilling to bless myself with. And it's a lie that you'd slip into
my place: you'd get yourself turned out too, that's all. For if you
begin telling tales, I'll follow. Bob's my father's favourite- you
know that very well. He'd only think himself well rid of you.
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