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Such eyes, dimly penetrating with an unexpected vision, he had
won to his side in the Benyon brothers; the rest of the world still
stuck on the outside surface. But the brothers could only shield him,
they could not change him; they might promote his fortunes, they could
not cure his vices. He did not know that he had any vices; the first
stage of amendment was still to come.
He had a cousin in the City, a stock-jobber, who made and lost large
sums of money as fortune smiled or frowned. Quisante had the first five
hundred of Aunt Maria's thousand pounds in his pocket and told his
kinsman to use it for him.
"A spec?" asked Mr. Josiah Mandeville. "Isn't that rather rough on Aunt
Maria?"
Quisante looked surprised. "She gave it me, I haven't stolen it," he
said with a laugh.
"She gave it you to live on, to keep up your position, I suppose."
"I don't think she made any conditions. And if I can make money, I'll
give it back to her."
"Oh, you know best, I suppose," said Mandeville. "Only if I lose it?"
"Losing money's no worse than spending it.


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