‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing
wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’
He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke. The
starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from the Surrey shore. “I don’t see why not,” he answered. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking
tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly
embroidered yoke. He took up his hat and went. It
was a refusal of expediency, he said, and not an absolute refusal. ‘Now what?’
The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her
eyes. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall
be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does
nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of
depredators.
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