I can’t love you. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. And yet the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful, all on my reputation. ’ Saling coughed. He had not thought to find a lady so ready of humour and willing to give him a hearing. ’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom.
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