Мидлмарч

Chapter 12

           Butyoutaketheotherside.YoulikeBulstrodeandspeckilationbetterthanFeatherstoneandland."

           "Ibegyourpardon,sir,"saidFred,rising,standingwithhisbacktothefireandbeatinghisbootwithhiswhip."IlikeneitherBulstrodenorspeculation."Hespokerathersulkily,feelinghimselfstalemated.

           "Well,well,youcandowithoutme,that’sprettyclear,"saidoldFeatherstone,secretlydislikingthepossibilitythatFredwouldshowhimselfatallindependent."Youneitherwantabitoflandtomakeasquireofyouinsteadofastarvingparson,noraliftofahundredpoundbytheway.It’sallonetome.IcanmakefivecodicilsifIlike,andIshallkeepmybank-notesforanest-egg.It’sallonetome."

           Fredcoloredagain.Featherstonehadrarelygivenhimpresentsofmoney,andatthismomentitseemedalmosthardertopartwiththeimmediateprospectofbank-notesthanwiththemoredistantprospectoftheland.

           "Iamnotungrateful,sir.Inevermeanttoshowdisregardforanykindintentionsyoumighthavetowardsme.Onthecontrary."

           "Verygood.Thenproveit.YoubringmealetterfromBulstrodesayinghedoesn’tbelieveyou’vebeencrackingandpromisingtopayyourdebtsouto’myland,andthen,ifthere’sanyscrapeyou’vegotinto,we’llseeifIcan’tbackyouabit.Comenow!That’sabargain.Here,givemeyourarm.I’lltryandwalkroundtheroom.

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