[Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope]@TWC D-Link bookFramley Parsonage CHAPTER XII 11/22
Pay it! No; no one will be so unreasonable as to expect you to do that! And then Mr.Sowerby certainly was a pleasant fellow, and gave a man something in return for his money.
It was still a question with Mark whether Lord Lufton had not been too hard on Sowerby.
Had that gentleman fallen across his clerical friend at the present moment, he might no doubt have gotten from him an acceptance for another four hundred pounds. One is almost inclined to believe that there is something pleasurable in the excitement of such embarrassments, as there is also in the excitement of drink.
But then, at last, the time does come when the excitement is over, and when nothing but the misery is left.
If there be an existence of wretchedness on earth it must be that of the elderly, worn-out roue, who has run this race of debt and bills of accommodation and acceptances--of what, if we were not in these days somewhat afraid of good broad English, we might call lying and swindling, falsehood and fraud--and who, having ruined all whom he should have loved, having burnt up every one who would trust him much, and scorched all who would trust him a little, is at last left to finish his life with such bread and water as these men get, without one honest thought to strengthen his sinking heart, or one honest friend to hold his shivering hand! If a man could only think of that, as he puts his name to the first little bill, as to which he is so good-naturedly assured that it can easily be renewed! When the three months had nearly run out, it so happened that Robarts met his friend Sowerby.
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