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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

Then, when you found you couldn't eat the kernel, that you
couldn't get rid of the swag without assistance, you came to me to help
you. I began to think then that you were too many for all of us. By Jove,
I did! Then I heard of the second robbery, and, of course, I thought you
had managed that too."
"Oh, no," said Lizzie.
"Unfortunately you didn't; but I thought you did. And you thought that I
had done it! Mr. Benjamin was too clever for us both, and now he is going
to have penal servitude for the rest of his life. I wonder who will be the
better of it all. Who'll have the diamonds at last?"
"I do not in the least care. I hate the diamonds. Of course I would not
give them up, because they were my own."
"The end seems to be that you have lost your property, and sworn ever so
many false oaths, and have brought all your friends into trouble, and have
got nothing by it. What was the good of being so clever?"
"You need not come here to tease me, Lord George."
"I came here because you sent for me. There's my poor friend Mrs.
Carbuncle, declares that all her credit is destroyed, and her niece unable
to marry, and her house taken away from her--all because of her connection
with you.


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