I'll not have my name mixed
up with such doubtful dealings."
High words followed, but as Mr. Sherwood had the upper hand, Plaisted was
obliged to submit to his decision, and he soon left the room to collect his
belongings, having received a peremptory dismissal.
"There is one satisfaction that I wish you would grant me, Sherwood," he
said, turning as he reached the door, "Tell me how your daughter chanced
upon that letter." "No, that you need not know; but it was by the merest
accident, and was as great a surprise to her as it has been to me. But she
was sharp enough to see how important her information was, and knew that a
copy of your letter was the best guarantee she could bring me of your
craftiness."
"Sharp! yes, that is just the word for her. She is like a bunch of nettles,
stinging you if you but touch her. She has contrived to give me an
unpleasant memory of her every time I have been here. And so it is to her I
owe this break in our business intercourse;" and with flushed face and
flashing eyes he left the room, and before night he was journeying toward
the "land of the free," a sadder, and, let us hope, a wiser man.
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