"
"Perhaps so! and as she will then be mine, she must suffer them, if I so
decree; but what avails your promise, so long as you--in this matter a
child yourself--suffer her to protract and put off at her pleasure. Me
she receives with scorn and contempt, you with tears and entreaties; and
you allow their influence; in the hope, doubtless, that some lucky
chance--the pistol-shot or the hangman's collar--will rid you of my
importunities. Is it not so, Munro?" said the ruffian, with a sneer of
contemptuous bitterness.
"It would be, indeed, a lucky event for both of us, Guy, were you safely
in the arms of your mother; though I have not delayed in this affair
with any such hope. God knows I should be glad, on almost any terms, to
be fairly free from your eternal croakings--never at rest, never
satisfied, unless at some new deviltry and ill deed. If I did give you
the first lessons in your education, Guy, you have long since gone
beyond your master; and I'm something disposed to think that Old Nick
himself must have taken up your tuition, where, from want of
corresponding capacity, I was compelled to leave it off.
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