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An African Millionaire

Creator: Allen, Grant, 1848-1899
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"How much?" I asked. "Two thousand?" she answered, interrogatively. It was a big rise, all at once; but such are the ways of women. "Done!" I replied. "Do you consent?" The curate looked up as if ashamed of himself. "I consent," he said slowly, "since Jessie wishes it. But as a clergyman, and to prevent any future misunderstanding, I should like you to give me a statement in writing that you buy them on my distinct and positive declaration that they are made of paste--old Oriental paste--not genuine stones, and that I do not claim any other qualities for them." I popped the gems into my purse, well pleased. "Certainly," I said, pulling out a paper. Charles, with his unerring business instinct, had anticipated the request, and given me a signed agreement to that effect. "You will take a cheque?" I inquired.
The English Church in the Eighteenth Century

CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTORY. The claim which the intellectual and religious life of England in the eighteenth century has upon our interest has been much more generally acknowledged of late years than was the case heretofore. There had been, for the most part, a disposition to pass it over somewhat slightly, as though the whole period were a prosaic and uninteresting one. Every generation is apt to depreciate the age which has so long preceded it as to have no direct bearing on present modes of life, but is yet not sufficiently distant as to have emerged into the full dignity of history. Besides, it cannot be denied that the records of the eighteenth century are, with two or three striking exceptions, not of a kind to stir the imagination. It was not a pictorial age; neither was it one of ardent feeling or energetic movement. Its special merits were not very obvious, and its prevailing faults had nothing dazzling in them, nothing that could be in any way called splendid; on the contrary, in its weaker points there was a distinctly ignoble element. The mainsprings of the religious, as well as of the political, life of the country were
He hesitated. "Notes of the Bank of France would suit me better," he answered. "Very well," I replied. "I will go out and get them." How very unsuspicious some people are! He allowed me to go off--with the stones in my pocket! Sir Charles had given me a blank cheque, not exceeding two thousand five hundred pounds. I took it to our agents and cashed it for notes of the Bank of France. The curate clasped them with pleasure. And right glad I was to go back to Lucerne that night, feeling that I had got those diamonds into my hands for about a thousand pounds under their real value! At Lucerne railway station Amelia met me. She was positively agitated. "Have you bought them, Seymour?" she asked. "Yes," I answered, producing my spoils in triumph. "Oh, how dreadful!" she cried, drawing back. "Do you think they're real? Are you sure he hasn't cheated you?"