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atter. 'You shall proceed in your own way. You claim a right to ask me do I mean to tell you. Do I mean to tell you what?' 'That you are a man of property?' 'No.' 'Then you married me on false pretences?' 'So be it. Next comes what you mean to say. Do you mean to say you are a woman of property?' 'No.' 'Then you married me on false pretences.' 'If you were so dull a fortune-hunter that you deceived yourself, or if you were so greedy and grasping that you were over-willing to be deceived by appearances, is it my fault, you adventurer?' the lady demands, with great asperity. 'I asked Veneering, and he told me you were rich.' 'Veneering!' with great contempt.' And what does Veneering know about me!' 'Was he not your trustee?' 'No. I have no trustee, but the one you saw on the day when you fraudulently married me. And his trust is not a very difficult one, for it is only an annuity of a hundred and fifteen pounds. I think there are some odd shillings or pence, if you are very particular.' Mr Lammle bestows a by no means loving look upon the partner of his joys and sorrows, and he mutters something; but checks himself. 'Question for question. It is my turn again, Mrs Lammle. What made you suppose me a man of property?' 'You made me suppose you so. Perhaps you will deny that you always presented yourself to me in that character?' 'But you asked somebody, too. Come, Mrs Lammle, admission for admission. You asked somebody?' 'I asked Veneering.' 'And Veneering knew as much of me as he knew of you, or as anybody knows of him.' After more silent walking, the bride stops short, to say in a passionate manner: 'I never will forgive the Veneerings for this!' 'Neither will I,' returns the bridegroom. With that, they walk again; she, making those angry spirts in the sand; he, dragging that dejected tail. The tide is low, and seems to have thrown them together high on the bare shore. A gull comes sweeping by their heads and flouts them. There was a golden surface on the brown cliffs but now, and behold they are only damp earth. A taunting roar comes from the sea, and the far-out rollers mount upon one another, to look at the entrapped impostors, and to join in impish and exultant gambols. 'Do you pretend to believe,' Mrs Lammle resumes, sternly, 'when you talk of my marrying you for worldly advantages, that it was within the bounds of reasonable probability that I would have married
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