49/51 Oh, God help me, how I love him! God forgive me, how I mistrust him! Good Dick! kind Dick! say we have suits of clothes, and we'll fit him like a prince, as he ought to be, on board ship; but not a shilling of money: and, my dear, don't put the weight on ME. You understand ?" "Ay, mistress, I understand." "Good Dick!" "Oh, all right! and then don't you snap this here good, kind Dick's nose off at a word again." "Never. I get wild if anybody threatens him. Then I'm not myself. You know I love you, dear!" "Oh, ay! you love me well enough. |