He's a rare bite is O'Toole. Between you and me,
Jenny, he is a beggarly fellow!"
"He has already paid me half," cried Jenny. It was no knowledge to
Wogan, who, however, counterfeited a deal of surprise.
"Well," said he, "he has only done it to cheat you the more easily of
the other fifty. We will go straight back and tell him that it costs
three hundred guineas, money down, and the best gown in Paris to turn a
fine figure of a girl into a dwarf-bear."
He leaned down and took Jenny by the arm. She sprang to her feet and
twisted herself free.
"No," she said, "you can go back if you will and show him what a good
friend you are to him. But I go on. The poor captain shall have one
person in the world, though she's only a servant, to help him when he
wants."
Thus Wogan won the victory. But he was most careful to conceal it. He
walked by her side humble as a whipped dog. If he had to point out the
way, he did it with the most penitent air; when he offered his hand to
help her over a snow-heap and she struck it aside, he merely bowed his
head as though her contempt was well deserved.
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