"
"And could you dapple him?
"Ay, as sure as you ride him."
"Well, I'll think about it and let you know; there's some silver for
you, and good-by, honest Solomon."
Woodward then rode on, reflecting on the novel and extraordinary
character of this hypocritical old villain, in whose withered and
repulsive visage he could not discover a single trace of anything that
intimated the existence of sympathy with his kind. As to that, it was a
_tabula rasa_, blank of all feelings except those which characterize the
hyena and the fox. After he had left him, the old fellow gave a bitter
and derisive look after him.
"There you go," said he, "and well I knew you, although you didn't think
so. Weren't you pointed out to me the night o' the divil's bonfire,
that your mother, they say, got up for you; and didn't I see you since
spakin' to that skamin' blaggard, Caterine Collins, my niece, that takes
many a penny out o' my hands; and didn't I know that you couldn't be
talkin' to her about anything that was good. Troth, you're not your
mother's son or you'll be comin' to me as well as her.
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