Birney, enclosed by that gentleman to me, in which you
offer, for a certain sum, to betray me, by placing in the hands of my
enemies the very documents you pretended to have destroyed. I now know
the viper I have cherished--begone. You are a cheat, an impostor, and a
villain, whose name is not Norton, but Bryan, once a horse-jockey on the
Curragh, and obliged to fly the country for swindling and dishonesty.
Remove your things instantly; but that shall not prevent me from tracing
you and handing you over to justice for your knavery and fraud.
"DUNROE."
"All right! Morty---all right!" exclaimed Norton; "upon my soul, Dunroe
is too generous. You know he is going to be married to-day. Was that
Roberts who went up stairs?"
"It was the young officer, if that's his name," replied Morty.
"All right! Morty; he's to be groom's-man--that will do; this requires
no answer. The generous fellow has made me a present on his wedding-day.
That will do, Morty; you may go."
"All's discovered," he exclaimed, when Morty was gone; "however, it's
not too late: I shall give him a Roland for his Oliver before we part.
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