75 лучших рассказов / 75 Best Short Stories

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�You laugh at my trouble. You feel nothing.’

�If the pater would part, but he won’t; he says he wants all his money for himself, and that I’ve got to marry well. Besides, Reg’ – here her face clouded and she lowered her voice – �there are times when he looks anxious. We didn’t always live in Palace Gardens. Suppose we should lose it all as quickly as we got it. Oh!’ she shivered and trembled. �No, I will never, never marry a poor man. Get rich, my dear boy, and you may aspire even to the valuable possession of this heartless hand.

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She held it out. He took it, pressed it, stooped and kissed her. Then he dropped her hand and walked quickly out of the room.

�Poor Reggie!’ she murmured. �I wish – I wish – but what is the use of wishing?’

Act II

Two men – one young, the other about fifty – sat in the veranda of a small bungalow. It was after breakfast. They lay back in long bamboo chairs, each with a cigar.

It looked as if they were resting. In reality they were talking business, and that very seriously.

�Yes, sir,’ said the elder man, with something of an American accent, �I have somehow taken a fancy to this place. The situation is healthy.’

�Well, I don’t know; I’ve had more than one touch of fever here.’

�The climate is lovely—’

�Except in the rains.’

�The soil is fertile—’

�I’ve dropped five thousand in it, and they haven’t come up again yet.

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�They will. I have been round the estate, and I see money in it. Well, sir, here’s my offer: five thousand down, hard cash, as soon as the papers are signed.’

Reginald sat up. He was on the point of accepting the proposal, when a pony rode up to the house, and the rider, a native groom, jumped off and gave him a note. He opened it and read. It was from his nearest neighbour, two or three miles away:

Don’t sell that man your estate.

Gold has been found. The whole country is full of gold. Hold on. He’s an assayer. If he offers to buy, be quite sure that he has found gold on your land.

F.G.

He put the note into his pocket, gave a verbal message to the boy, and turned to his guest, without betraying the least astonishment or emotion.

�I beg your pardon. The note was from Bellamy, my next neighbour.