Dawn by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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you who forget that you asked me to take the money to the gambling-
tent, and made me promise that you should have half of what we won, but that I should play for both. What, are you beginning to remember now--is it coming back to you after a whole month? I am going to quicken your memory up presently, I can tell you; I have got a good deal to pay off, I'm thinking. I know what you are at; you want to play cuckoo, to turn 'Cousin Philip' out that 'Cousin George' may fill the nest. You know the old man's soft points, and you keep working him up against me. You think that you would like the old place when he's gone--ay, and I daresay that you will get it before you have done, but I mean to have my penn'orth out of you now, at any rate," and, brushing the tears of anger that stood in his brown eyes away with the back of his hand, the speaker proceeded to square up to George in a most determined way. Now Philip, with his broad shoulders and his firm-knit frame, would, even at eighteen, have been no mean antagonist for a full-grown man; much more then did he look formidable to the lankly, overgrown stripling crouching against the corner of the wall that prevented his further retreat. "Philip, you're not going to strike me, are you, when you know you are so much stronger?" "Yes, I am, though; if I can't match you with my tongue, at any rate I will use my fists. Look out." "Oh, Philip, don't! I'll tell your father." "Tell him! why, of course you will, I know that; but you shall have |
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