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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

He knows all that. He'll stand his ground. He
won't bolt."
"I don't suppose as he will, Gager. It's a rum go, ain't it? the rummiest
as I ever see." This remark had been made so often by Mr. Bunfit, that
Gager had become almost weary of hearing it.
"Oh--rum; rum be b----. What's the use of all that? From what the governor
told me this morning, there isn't a shadow of doubt where the diamonds
are."
"In Paris, of course," said Bunfit.
"They never went to Paris. They were taken from here to Hamburg in a
commercial man's kit--a fellow as travels in knives and scissors. Then
they was recut. They say the cutting was the quickest bit of work ever
done by one man in Hamburg. And now they're in New York. That's what has
come of the diamonds."
"Benjamin, in course," said Bunfit, in a low whisper, just taking the pipe
from between his lips.
"Well--yes. No doubt it was Benjamin. But how did Benjamin get 'em?"
"Lord George--in course," said Bunfit.
"And how did he get 'em?"
"Well--that's where it is; isn't it?" Then there was a pause, during which
Bunfit continued to smoke. "As sure as your name's Gager, he got 'em at
Carlisle.


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