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Title: The Martins of Cro'Martin
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Lever, Charles James, 1806-1872
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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timacy—friendship, I may say—its all very well; but take anew hand just launched into life, a fellow not of their own set—why, sir, theres no name for the insults and outrage hell meetwith. But what could they do? asked Scanlan, inquiringly. What?—anything, everything; laugh at him, live on him,win his last guinea—and then, blackball him ! And, couldnt he get a crack at them ? A what? Couldnt he have a shot at some of them, at least ? askedMam-ice. No, no, said Mr. Merl, half contemptuously; they dontdo that. Faix! and wed do it down here, said Scanlan, devil maycare who or what he was that tried the game. But, Im speaking of London and Paris; Im not alludingto the Sandwich Islands, said Merl, on whose brain the portand the strong fire were already producing their efiecfcs. Scanlans face flushed angrily; but a glance at the otherchecked the reply he was about to make, and he merely pushedthe decanter across the table. You see, sir, said Merl, in the tone of a man laying down
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HOW ROGUES agree! 441 a great dictum, theres worlds and worlds. Theres ClaudeWilloug-hbys world, which is young Martins and Stanhopesand mine. There, we are all young fellows of fortune, goodfamily, good prospects, you understand—no, thank you, no morewine—I feel that what Ive taken has got into my head; andthis cigar, too, is none of the best. Would it be taking toogreat a liberty with you if I were to snatch a ten minutes doze—^just ten minutes ? Treat me like an old friend; make yourself quite at home,said Maurice. Theres enough here—and he pointed to thebottles on the table— to keep me company, and Ill wake youup when Ive finished them. Mr. Merl made no reply, but drawing a chair for his legs,and disposing his drapery gracefully around him, he closed hiseyes, and before Maurice had replenished his glass, gave audibleevidence of a sound sleep. Now, worthy reader, we practise no deceptions with you;nor so far as we are able, do we allow others to do so. It is butfair, ther

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