'You said 'twouldn't hurt her. If I'd a known she'd a screeched like that
I'd never a done it. 'Twas a damn lie. You're the damndest villain on
earth.'
'Come, Dudley!' said the old man under his breath, but very sternly, 'make
up your mind. If you don't choose to go on, it can't be helped; only it's
a pity you began. For _you_ it is a good deal--it does not much matter for
_me_.'
'Ay, for _you_!' echoed Dudley, through his set teeth. 'The old talk!'
'Well, sir,' snarled the old man, in the same low tones, 'you should have
thought of all this before. It's only taking leave of the world a year or
two sooner, but a year or two's something. I'll leave you to do as you
please.'
'Stop, will you? Stop here. I know it's a fixt thing now. If a fella does
a thing he's damned for, you might let him talk a bit anyhow. I don't care
much if I was shot.'
'There now--_there_--just stick to that, and don't run off again. There's a
box and a bag here; we must change the direction, and take them away. The
box has some jewels. Can you see them? I wish we had a light.'
'No, I'd rayther not; I can see well enough.
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