But she put her fingers
firmly on his arm.
"He has gone so far," she said, "let him go on to the end. Let
him omit no word, let us hear every ugly thing the creature has
to say."
Dillworth sat back in his chair at ease, with a supercilious
smile. He passed the girl and addressed my father.
"You will recall the details of that robbery," he said in his
complacent, piping voice. "My brother David had married a wife,
like the guest invited in the Scriptures. A child was born. My
brother lived with his wife's people in their house. One night
he came to me to borrow money."
He paused and pointed his long index finger through the doorway
and across the hall.
"It was in my father's room that I received him. It did not
please me to put money into his hands. But I admonished him with
wise counsel. He did not receive my words with a proper
brotherly regard. He flared up in unmanageable anger. He damned
me with reproaches, said I had stolen his inheritance, poisoned
his father's mind against him and slipped into the house and
lands. `Pretentious and perfidious' is what he called me. I was
firm and gentle.
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