[The Last Chronicle of Barset by Anthony Trollope]@TWC D-Link bookThe Last Chronicle of Barset CHAPTER XII 22/24
Look at that!" Whereupon he again pulled out the sixpence, and held it forth in the palm of his hand. "You believe, then," said Mr.Crawley, speaking very slowly, "that I did steal the money.
Speak out, Dan; I shall not be angry.
As you go you are honest men, and I want to know what such of you think about it." "He don't think nothing of the kind," said the woman, almost getting out of bed in her energy.
"If he'd athought the like o' that in his head, I'd read 'un such a lesson he'd never think again the longest day he had to live." "Speak out, Dan," said the clergyman, not attending to the woman. "You can understand that no good can come of a lie." Dan Morris scratched his head.
"Speak out, man, when I tell you," said Crawley. [Illustration: "Speak out, Dan."] "Drat it all," said Dan, "where's the use of so much jaw about it ?" "Say you know his reverence is as innocent as the babe as isn't born," said the woman. "No; I won't,--say nothing of the kind," said Dan. "Speak out the truth," said Crawley. "They do say, among 'em," said Dan, "that you picked it up, and then got a woolgathering in your head till you didn't rightly know where it come from." Then he paused.
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