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CHAPTER III.-3
"Why do you talk of difficulties?" asked Magdalen. "The difficulties seem to be provided for." "All but ONE," said Captain Wragge, with an ominous emphasis on the last word. "The Grand Difficulty of humanity from the cradle to the grave—Money." He slowly winked his green eye; sighed with deep feeling; and buried his insolvent hands in his unproductive pockets. "What is the money wanted for?" inquired Magdalen. "To pay my bills," replied the captain, with a touching simplicity. "Pray understand! I never was—and never shall be—personally desirous of paying a single farthing to any human creature on the habitable globe. I am speaking in your interest, not in mine." "My interest?" "Certainly. You can't get safely away from York to-morrow without the chaise. And I can't get the chaise with
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