GEORGE ELIOR , Silas Marner. Part- 5, Chapter 5 the story

 

GEORGE ELIOR , Silas Marner. Part- 5, Chapter 5 the story

I haven't a shilling to bless myself with And it's a How can I get the money?" said Godfrey, quivering that you'd slip into my place: you'd get yourself turne out to that's all. For if you begin telling tates, you know th follow. Bob's my father's favourite very well. He'd only think himself well rid of you. Never mind,' said Dunsey, nodding his hea sideways as he looked out of the window. It 'ud be very pleasant to me to go in your company you're such handsome brother, and we've always been so fond do without you. But you'd like better for us both to stay quarrelling with one another, I shouldn't know what t at home together; I know you would. So you'll manag to get that little sum o' money, and I'll bid you good bye, though I'm sorry to part.' Dunstan was moving off, but Godfrey rushed after him and seized him by the arm, saying, with an oath I tell you, I have no money: I can get no money,' 

Borrow of old Kimble.' I tell you, he won't lend me any more, and I shant ask him.' Well, then, sell Wildfire,' Yes, that's easy talking, I must have the money directly.' 'Well, you've only got to ride him to the hunt to morrow. There'll be Bryce and Keating there, for sure You'll get more bids than one.' I daresay, and get back home at eight o'clock splashed up to the chin. I'm going to Mrs Osgood's birthday dance.

'Oho!' said Dunsey, turning his head on one side and trying to speak in a small mincing treble. An there's sweet Miss Nancy coming; and we shall dand   when and promise never to be naughty again, and be w your tongue about Miss Nancy, you fool,' sektorey furning red, else I'll throttle you." What for? said Dunsey, still in an artificial tone, but taking whip from the table and beating the butt- of it on his palm. You've a very good chance. I'd vise you to creep up her sleeve again: it 'ud be saving

Molly should happen to take a drop too much some day, and make a widower of you. Miss Nancy wouldn't mind being a second, if she didn't know it. And you've got a good-natured brother, who'll keep your secret well, because you'll be so very obliging T tell you what it is,' said Godfrey, quivering, and pole again my patience is pretty near at an end. If you'd ale more sharpness in you, you might know that you may urge a man a bit too far, and make one leap as easy as another. I don't know but what it is so now: I may as well tell the Squire everything myself - I should get you off my back, if I got nothing else. And, after all, he'll know some time. She's been threatening to come herself and tell him. So, don't flatter yourself that your secrecy's worth any price you choose to ask. You date of money till I have got nothing to pacity her with and she'll do as she threatens some day. It's all one. I'll tell my father everything myself, and you may go to the devil.' Dansey perceived that he had overshot his mark, and that there was a point at which even the hesitating

Godley might be driven into decisio n. But he said, with an air of unconcemn As you please; but I'll have a draught of ale first.'  And ringing the bell, he threw himself across two chairs and began to rap the window seat with the handle of his whin they stood, still with his back to the fire, uneasily moving his fingers among the contents of his side pockets and looking at the floor. That big muscular frame of his hold plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as cuki neither be knocked down nor throttled. His natural resolution and moral cowardice were exaggerated by a position in which dreaded consequences seemed to press equally on all sides, and his irritation had no sooner provoked him to dety Dunstan and anticipate all possible betrayals, than the miseries he must bring on himself by such a step seemed more unendurable to him than the present evil. The results of confession were not contingent, they were certain; whereas betrayal was not certain. 

From the near vision of that certainty he fell back on suspense and vacillation with a sense of repose. The disinherited son of a small squire, equally disinclined to dig and to beg, was almost as helpless as an uprooted tree, which, by the favour of earth and sky, has grown to a handsome bulk on the spot where it first shot upward. Perhaps it would have been possible to think of digging with some cheerfulness if Nancy Lammeter were to be won on those terms; but, since he must irrevocably lose her as well as the inheritance, and must break every tie but the one that degraded him and left him without motive for trying to recover his better self, he could imagine no future for himself on the other side of confession but that of "listing for a soldier' - the most desperate step, short of suicide, in the eyes of respectable families. No! he would rather trust to casualties than to his own resolve- rather go on sitting at the feast, and