The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 301: what you’re looking at

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296 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. He knew that Flin had concealed the money some- where about his person, and he began gently to insert his hand under the coverlid, and feel his pockets. He found nothing but a tobacco-box, a few pence, and a knife. He next bared his bosom, but the position of the patient’s arms, which were bound over his chest, prevented thé search from being effectual. What do you want?” groaned the sick man. “ Nothing ; that is, where have you put the money, | Flin? If anything should happen, not that I think it will, the captain would take possession of it, and I should be left to work or starve in a furrin land.” ‘Would you?” exclaimed his companion in crime, with a smile of horrid satisfaction; ‘‘ well, what is this to me?” ‘You know half of it is mine?” “‘ You must prove your right to it, then, when I am dead.” Now this was exactly what Ben did not want to do. He was quite shrewd enough to know that so large a sum as a thousand pounds found upon a person of Flin’s condition would excite suspicion—that inquiries would be made—questions asked, which he would find it impossible to answer. “Come, Flin,” he added, “ you know I have been true to you—true as steel ; so act honestly, and divide the money. [I'll sit by you, and wait on you like a sick child.” Will you, Ben? Youare very kind.” COniiclooecl SS (SO