[The People Of The Mist by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookThe People Of The Mist CHAPTER XVII 8/22
But I have no time to talk of rubies, for death has caught me at last, through my own fault as usual.
If you ever take a drop, Outram, be warned by me and give it up; but you don't look as if you did; you look as I used to, before I learnt to tackle a bottle of rum at a sitting. "Now listen, comrade, I am in a hole, not about myself, for that must have come sooner or later, and it does not much matter when the world is rid of a useless fellow like me; but about my girl here.
What is to become of her? I have not got a cent; those cursed slavers have cleared me out, and she has no friend.
How should she have, when I have been thirty years away from England? "Look here, I am going to do the only thing I can do.
I am going to leave my daughter in your charge, though it is rough on you, and as you deal with her, so may Heaven deal with you! I understand that there was some ceremony of marriage between you down yonder.
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