“I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Here a little delay occurred. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. You look very handsome. Her husband finally relented. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word.
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