My Novel — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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have shot himself, if I had not renewed it. And now it is swelled to
such an amount with that cursed interest, that he never can pay it; and one bill, of course, begets another,--and to be renewed every three months; 't is the devil and all! So little as I ever got for all I have borrowed," added Frank, with a kind of rueful amaze. "Not L1,500 ready money; and the interest would cost me almost as much yearly,--if I had it." "Only L1,500!" "Well; besides seven large chests of the worst cigars you ever smoked, three pipes of wine that no one would drink, and a great bear that had been imported from Greenland for the sake of its grease." "That should, at least, have saved you a bill with your hairdresser." "I paid his bill with it," said Frank, "and very good-natured he was to take the monster off my hands,--it had already hugged two soldiers and one groom into the shape of a flounder. I tell you what," resumed Frank, after a short pause, "I have a great mind even now to tell my father honestly all my embarrassments." RANDAL (solemnly).--"Hum!" FRANK.--" What? don't you think it would be the best way? I never can save enough,--never can pay off what I owe; and it rolls like a snowball." RANDAL.--"Judging by the squire's talk, I think that with the first sight of your affairs you would forfeit his favour forever; and your mother would be so shocked, especially after supposing that the sum I brought you so lately sufficed to pay off every claim on you. If you had not |
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