Look at me--I was outre--in
despair. This has been a horrible day, I've had nothing but bad luck
until Lo! I meet you. I've been buffeted on all sides by fate. Just
like a football.
McNaughten
Sir, I am sorry to see you this way, but I have no time to struggle
with you.
Squire
A pistol shot would be good for me. I wish someone would crush me into
the ground.
McNaughten
Who is this Irishman?
Spruce
Evidently, a dear friend of yours---although I think he's Welsh.
McNaughten
I've never seen him before.
Squire
I've just left a house--may the earth swallow it, and nature perish
with it--where I lost my last penny at cards. Outrageous luck. So, I
am obliged to ask you for the hundred pounds I loaned you when you
were in need. Excuse my importuning you, but you will pardon me--you
can see what a state I am in.
McNaughten
I pardon you, entirely, and you will pardon me, too, if I say that
this surprises me, entirely. I don't know you. How could you lend me a
hundred pounds, never having seen me before?
Squire (coldly)
What kind of talk is this? It passes my understanding.
McNaughten
I suppose your talk is easier to comprehend?
Squire
You pretend you don't owe me a hundred pounds?
McNaughten
No--on my oath.
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