Bob's my father's favourite--you know that very well.

He'd only think himself well rid of you." "Never mind," said Dunsey, nodding his head sideways as he looked out of the window.

"It 'ud be very pleasant to me to go in your company--you're such a handsome brother, and we've always been so fond of quarrelling with one another, I shouldn't know what to do without you.

But you'd like better for us both to stay at home together; I know you would.

So you'll manage to get that little sum o' money, and I'll bid you good-bye, though I'm sorry to part." Dunstan was moving off, but Godfrey rushed after him and seized him by the arm, saying, with an oath-- "I tell you, I have no money: I can get no money." "Borrow of old Kimble." "I tell you, he won't lend me any more, and I shan't ask him." "Well, then, sell Wildfire." "Yes, that's easy talking.