"Oh yes! I know what it is to be hard up myself! I'm hard up now!--but I'll help you in another way. You must marry, Malcolm, my boy! Leave it to me, and I'll find you a rich wife!" In making the foregoing boastful promise, Sir Horace Haig raised a naturally harsh voice, and all but shouted his officious announcement. The empty air seemed to echo the words, "rich wife"--"rich wife," their regular measured tread to repeat, "rich wife"--"rich wife," as the two men, uncle and nephew, hurried down a by-street in Homburg.…
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