The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 215: what you’re looking at

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208 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. chattering which his teeth made, something lke a pair of castanets played out of time. He was pale as death, and his hands shook so as he opened the packet, that the fellow felt little apprehension of his either Fesisting or attempting to escape. Well, is it all right ?” he savagely demanded. “Qu—qu—ite—my dear sir,” faltered Small, putting them into his pocket with one hand, and holding out the pocket-book with the other; “ there—there is the money ?” Flin eagerly examined the contents, counted the notes with a joy almost as tremulous as the other’s fears. and found the promised sum, to his great satisfaction, complete. ‘You are a trump, after all!” he exclaimed, letting his huge fist fall upon Small’s shoulder, in what he intended to be a friendly way, but which nearly dis- located the httle man’s collar-bone. “Allright. Will you take anything ?” ‘No, no, I thank you,” muttered Small. ‘‘A drop o’ summut short ?”’ “Dear me, no. I am equally obliged to you; but I never drink. And now, as this affair,’ continued the little man, “ is all pleasantly settled, I—I’ll bid you good night.” “Oh, good night, if you won't,” said Flin. “I didn’t want you to pay for it,” he added with a sneer. “T’m not such a shab as that; only it would have looked friendly like.” ¢ COniiclooecl SS (SO