"
"Do I? I wonder what my tailor would say to that or Reuben Isaac
Melchisedec? I've more than one creditor; they are a prolific and, I
am sorry to say, a long-lived race."
"I hope Mrs. Purling may live to be a hundred years at least--"
"I don't. I'd rather she was choked by one of those pills you tell me
she takes every morning and night."
There was something in his tone which made Phillipa look at him hard.
Was it possible that he contemplated any terrible wickedness? The mere
apprehension made her blood run cold.
"O Gilly, swear to me that you will not harbour evil thoughts, that
you will put aside the devil who is prompting and luring you to some
awful crime!"
"Psha, Phillipa, you ought to have gone into the Church. Moderate your
transports--here comes one of the footmen."
"A person to see you, sir," said the servant. "He 'aven't got any
card, but his business is very particular."
"I can't see him; send him away. If he won't go call the police."
"Says his name, sir, is Shubenacady."
"Take him to the library; I'll come."
Jillingham's face was rather pale, and his lips were set firm when he
met his visitor.
"What the mischief do you want?"
"Five thou--ten--what you please. I know of a splendid investment."
"In soap?"
He was the dirtiest creature that ever was seen.
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