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" He's got some horses down here? " 



" Yes, so I believe." 



" And he's got his Uttle daughter and the gover- 

 ness with him? " 



" Yes, I beheve he has a child, and a young lady 

 is staying with him, a Miss — Grim — something." 



" Grimshaw." 



" That's it— Grimshaw." 



" That's all I want to know," said Mr Giveen, 

 and there was a satisfied maHgnity in his tone 

 which, combined with the soft stupidity of his 

 manner and face, made Mr Dashwood think of 

 reptiles and those jelly-fish that bhster and sting. 



A mad desire to kick Mr Giveen off the high 

 stool he was perched on was overcome by a tre- 

 mendous effort. The young man recognised that 

 the whole of French's fortune and future was in his 

 hands, and that it all depended on how he played 

 his game whether this noxious soft and venomous 

 enemy was to be frustrated in his plans or not. 



Bobby, at the moment, had no plans, but he 

 had this advantage — he knew Giveen's game, and 

 Giveen did not know his. 



" The row I had with French," said the artful 

 Bobby, " showed me what the man was. I was 

 up on the downs one day when he was exercising 

 his beastly horses, and he asked me what I was 

 doing there. What I was doing there! As if 

 the downs belonged to him! And I told him to 

 go hang himself, and, as a matter of fact, he 

 threatened to kick me." 



