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Chapter I. In Which Babnabas Knocks Down His Father, Though as Dutifully as May Be
John Barty, ex-champion of England and landlord of the "Coursing Hound," sat screwed round in his chair with his eyes yet turned to the door that had closed after the departing lawyer fully five minutes ago, and his eyes were wide and blank, and his mouth (grim and close-lipped as a rule) gaped, becoming aware of which, he closed it with a snap, and passed a great knotted fist across his brow.
"Barnabas," said he slowly, "I beant asleep an‘ dreaming be I, Barnabas?"
"No, father!"
"But--seven--‘undred--thousand--pound. It were seven--‘undred thousand pound, weren‘t it, Barnabas?"
"Yes, father!"
"Seven--‘undred--thou--! No! I can‘t believe it, Barnabas my bye."
"Neither can I, father," said Barnabas, still staring down at the papers which littered the table before him.
"Nor I aren‘t a-going to try to believe it, Barnabas."
"And yet--here it is, all wr
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