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'Indeed I'd rayther not. It's something very particular.'
'If you take my advice,' said Stanbury, 'you will not hear him
yourself.'
'That's your advice, Mr S.?' asked Mr Bozzle.
'Yes that's my advice. I'd never have anything to do with such a fellow
as you as long as I could help it.'
'I dare say not, Mr S.; I dare say not. We're hexpensive, and we're
haccurate--neither of which is much in your line, Mr S., if I understand
about it rightly.'
'Mr Bozzle, if you've got anything to tell, tell it,' said Trevelyan,
angrily.
'A third party is so objectionable,' pleaded Bozzle.
'Never mind. That is my affair.'
'It is your affair, Mr Trewillian. There's not a doubt of that. The
lady is your wife.'
'Damnation!' shouted Trevelyan.
'But the credit, sir,' said Bozzle. 'The credit is mine. And here is Mr
S. has been down a interfering with me, and doing no 'varsal good, as
I'll undertake to prove by evidence before the affair is over.'
'The affair is over,' said Stanbury.
'That's as you think, Mr S.


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