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"Now, Barry!" Mr Smivvle expostulated, "my dear boy--"

"He's a cursed v-vampire, I tell you!" retorted Barrymaine, his pale

cheeks suddenly flushed, and his dark eyes flashing in swift passion,

--"he's a snake"

"Now, my dear fellow, cal I have is his, when

everything I g-get belongs to hi, he's--he's draining otme down into hell--damn him!"

"Restrain yourself, Barry, uest--"

"RestrainMr Beverley's pardon forNot myself to-day,--but must restrain myself--certainly Give

No,

sir? Ah well, help yourself, Dig Must forgive exhibition of feeling,

sir, but I always do get carried ahen I remember that inhuman

monster--God's curse on him!"

"Sir," said Barnabas, "who! Dev'lish witty I call

that--oh c-cursed rich! Who up from the couch, "whom should I mean but Gaunt! Gaunt!

Gaunt!" and he shook his clenched fists passionately in the air Then,