Dead Men Tell No Tales



The cupidity of the little wretch was at last overcoming his abject cowardice. I could see him making up his miserable mind. And I still flatter myself that I took only safe (and really cunning) steps to precipitate the process. To offer him more money would have been madness; instead, I poured it all back into my pocket.

“All right!” I cried; “you’re a greedy, cowardly, old idiot, and I’ll just save my money.” And out I marched into the moonlight,


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The cupidity of the little wretch was at last overcoming his abject cowardice. I could see him making up his miserable mind. And I still flatter myself that I took only safe (and really cunning) steps to precipitate the process. To offer him more money would have been madness; instead, I poured it all back into my pocket.

“All right!” I cried; “you’re a greedy, cowardly, old idiot, and I’ll just save my money.” And out I marched into the moonlight,


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