If I give him the blow--THE
BOX--I might never get it, granny. A dead man gives back nothing."
"I suspect," replied Nell, "_arraghid_--that is the money--is in other
hands. Lord presarve us! but it's a wicked world, blackey."
"Where is it!" said the Boxer, with a vehemence of manner resembling
that of a man who was ready to sink to perdition for his wealth. "Devil!
and furies! where is it?"
"Where is it?" said the imperturbable Nell; "why, manim a yeah, man,
sure you don't think that I know where it is? I suspect that your
landlord's daughter, his real sweetheart, knows something about it; but
thin, you see, I can prove nothing; I only suspect. We must watch an'
wait. You know she wouldn't prosecute him."
"We will watch an' wait--but I'll finish him. Tell me, Nell--fury of
hell, woman--can it be possible--no--well--I'll murder him, though;
but can it be possible that she's guilty? eh? She wouldn't prosecute
him--No--no--she would not."
"She is not worthy of you, blackey. Lord save us! Well, troth, I
remimber whin you wor in Lord S--'s, you were a fine young man of your
color. I did something for the young lord in my way then, an' I used to
say, when I called to see her, that you wor a beauty, barrin' the face.
Sure enough, there was no lie in that. Well, that was before you tuck
to the fightin'; but I'm ravin'. Whisper, man.
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