My Novel — Volume 08 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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assured her of that it might be different; but she, who so hates an
untruth, and who said to the squire, 'Frank says this will clear him; and with all his faults, Frank never yet told a lie!'" "Oh, my dear mother!--I fancy I hear her!" cried Frank, with deep emotion. "But I did not tell a lie, Randal; I did not say that that sum would clear me." "You empowered and begged me to say so," replied Randal, with grave coldness; "and don't blame me if I believed you." "No, no! I only said it would clear me for the moment." "I misunderstood you, then, sadly; and such mistakes involve my own honour. Pardon me, Frank; don't ask my aid in future. You see, with the best intentions, I only compromise myself." "If you forsake me, I may as well go and throw myself into the river," said Frank, in a tone of despair; "and sooner or later, my father must know my necessities. The Jews threaten to go to him already; and the longer the delay, the more terrible the explanation." "I don't see why your father should ever learn the state of your affairs; and it seems to me that you could pay off these usurers, and get rid of these bills, by raising money on comparatively easy terms--" "How?" cried Frank, eagerly. "Why, the Casino property is entailed on you, and you might obtain a sum upon that, not to be paid till the property becomes yours." |
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