There's half-a-crown, and pitch it into the nearest kennel.
Why the deuce do you come to me with such a piece of information?"
Charles Corbet, being his father's son, looked at him, and we need
not at any length describe the nature of that look nor the feeling it
conveyed. This passed, but was not forgotten; and on being detailed by
Charles Corbet to his father, the latter replied,
"Ah, the villain--that's his feelin', is it! Well, never mind, I'll
punish him one day."
Some months after this he came into Mr. Gourlay's study, with a very
solemn and anxious face, and said,
"I have something to say to you, sir."
"Well, Anthony, what is it you have to say to me?"
"Maybe I'm wrong, sir, and I know I oughtn't to alarm you or disturb
your mind; but still I think I ought to put you on your guard."
"Confound your caution, sir; can't you come out with whatever you have
to say at once?"
"Would it be possible, sir, that there could be any danger of the child
bein' taken away like the other--like your brother's?"
"What do you mean--why do you ask such a question?"
"Bekaise, sir, I observed for the last few days a couple of strange men
peepin' and pimpin' about the place, and wherever the child went they
kept dodgin' afther him.
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