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Sunday After the Battle

           EventhehundredpoundsthatJanetookyoulastnightwerepromisedtomylawyerto-morrowmorning,andthewantofitwillputmetogreatinconvenience.Idon’tmeantosaythatIwon’tassistyouultimately.Butasforpayingyourcreditorsinfull,ImightaswellhopetopaytheNationalDebt.Itismadness,sheermadness,tothinkofsuchathing.Youmustcometoacompromise.It’sapainfulthingforthefamily,buteverybodydoesit.TherewasGeorgeKitely,LordRagland’sson,wentthroughtheCourtlastweek,andwaswhattheycallwhitewashed,Ibelieve.LordRaglandwouldnotpayashillingforhim,and—"

           "It’snotmoneyIwant,"Rawdonbrokein."I’mnotcometoyouaboutmyself.Nevermindwhathappenstome."

           "Whatisthematter,then?"saidPitt,somewhatrelieved.

           "It’stheboy,"saidRawdoninahuskyvoice."IwantyoutopromisemethatyouwilltakechargeofhimwhenI’mgone.Thatdeargoodwifeofyourshasalwaysbeengoodtohim;andhe’sfonderofherthanheisofhis...Damnit.Lookhere,PittyouknowthatIwastohavehadMissCrawley’smoney.Iwasn’tbroughtuplikeayoungerbrother,butwasalwaysencouragedtobeextravagantandkepidle.ButforthisImighthavebeenquiteadifferentman.Ididn’tdomydutywiththeregimentsobad.YouknowhowIwasthrownoveraboutthemoney,andwhogotit.

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