4/10 Your wound, sir, renders it impossible for me to ask you to give yourself the fatigue of obliging me. I come, then, to propose that you return me those trinkets against my note of hand for the amount that was staked on them. I am well known in town, sir," he added hurriedly, "and you need have no anxiety." Crispin stopped him with a wave of the hand. "Here, sir, are your trinkets." "Sir," cried Mr.Foster, thrown into some confusion by Galliard's unquestioning generosity, "I am indebted to you. |