Judas. You know me, however, well enough: I'm not going
to press you to it. Do you think, my dear niece, that Judas was a
gentleman?"
"Precisely such a gentleman, perhaps, as Mr. Woodward is."
"And you think he would betray Christ?"
"He would poison his brother, uncle, because he stands between him and
his mother's property, which she has recently expressed her intention of
leaving to that brother--a fact which awoke something like compassion in
my breast for Woodward."
"Well, then, kick him to hell, the scoundrel. I liked the fellow in
the beginning, and, indeed, all along, because he had badgered me so
beautifully,--which I thought few persons had capacity to,--and in
consequence, I entertained a high opinion of his intellect, and be
hanged to him; kick him to hell, though."
"Well, my dear lord and uncle, I don't think I would be capable of
kicking him so far; nor do I think it will be at all necessary, as
my opinion is, that he will be able to reach that region without any
assistance."
"Come, that's very well said, at all events--one of your touchers, as I
call them.
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