'Don't come teasing me,' says she, 'I
am meat for your master.' It's you that have turned the girl's head,
sir."
"Bother the women!" said Alfred cordially. "Oh, what plagues they are!
And how unjust _you_ are, to spite me for the fault of another. Can I
help the fools from spooning upon me?" He reflected a moment then burst
out: "Brown, you are a duffer, a regular duffer. What, don't you see your
game is to get me out of the place? If you do, in forty-eight hours I
shall be married to my Julia, and that dumpling-faced girl will be cured.
But if you keep me here, by Gee, sir, I'll make hot love to your Hannah,
boiling hot, hotter than ever was--out of the isles of Greece. Oh do help
me out, and I'll give you the hundred pounds, and I'll give Hannah
another hundred pounds, on condition she marries you: and, if she won't
marry you, she shan't have a farthing, only a good hiding."
Brown was overpowered by his maniac's logic. "You have a head," said he;
"there's my hand; I'll go in, if I die for it."
They now put their heads together over the means. Brown's plan was to
wait, and wait, for an opportunity.
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