‘Point
it at me. Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a
smile. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. The truth at once flashed across his mind. Besides, you
have so many talents, you build things. "
"I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. By your
own showing you are in easy circumstances,—for it is only natural to presume
that a man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally,—and you
cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas.
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