Sin And Sensibility
“He was to pay, or to leave the country. And if within Sin and Sensibility / 183 the month he had remaining in England the fool came near her again, spoke one word to her or to her family under any circumstances, the day would end with him being locked into debtors’ prison—or on board a convict barge, if Valentine could arrange it. A twenty-three-thousand-pound debt with no hope of repayment was a serious offense.
When Stephen didn’t emerge from White’s, Valentine approached more closely. Cobb-Harding sat in the bay window, drinking his way through a bottle of bourbon.
Undoubtedly he’d paid cash for it.
Valentine smiled darkly. He didn’t ruin other men’s lives as a rule; he didn’t care enough about most of them to bother with it. This particular man, though, had stepped directly into the middle of a friendship. And more than that, though Valentine couldn’t even put a name to it. All that mattered was that Stephen Cobb-Harding go away. Permanently.
He had no intention of standing there ...watching a man drink himself into oblivion, so he returned to Iago and swung into the saddle.MoreLess
When Stephen didn’t emerge from White’s, Valentine approached more closely. Cobb-Harding sat in the bay window, drinking his way through a bottle of bourbon.
Undoubtedly he’d paid cash for it.
Valentine smiled darkly. He didn’t ruin other men’s lives as a rule; he didn’t care enough about most of them to bother with it. This particular man, though, had stepped directly into the middle of a friendship. And more than that, though Valentine couldn’t even put a name to it. All that mattered was that Stephen Cobb-Harding go away. Permanently.
He had no intention of standing there ...watching a man drink himself into oblivion, so he returned to Iago and swung into the saddle.MoreLess
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