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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

I 'aven't said nothing about any good, Mr.
'Oward. What you wants to find is them diamonds?"
"Of course I do."
"Well; you won't find 'em. I knows nothing about 'em, in course, except
just what I'm told. You know my line of life, Mr. 'Oward?"
"Not a doubt about it."
"And I know yours. I'm in the way of hearing about these things, and for
the matter of that, so are you too. It may be, my ears are the longer. I
'ave 'eard. You don't expect me to tell you more than just that. I 'ave
'eard. It was a pretty thing, wasn't it? But I wasn't in it myself, more's
the pity. You can't expect fairer than that, Mr. 'Oward?"
"And what have you heard?"
"Them diamonds is gone where none of you can get at 'em. That five hundred
pounds as the lawyers 'ave offered is just nowhere. If you want
information, Mr. 'Oward, you should say information."
"And you could give it; eh, Billy?"
"No--no--" He uttered these two negatives in a low voice, and with much
deliberation. "I couldn't give it. A man can't give what he hasn't got;
but perhaps I could get it."
"What an ass you are, Billy. Don't you know that I know all about it?"
"What an ass you are, Mr.


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