Jaspar looked incredulous, and resorted to the brandy-bottle, which
seemed to bear the same relation to him that the oracle of Delphi did to
the ancient Greeks.
"You do not think me capable of _inventing_ such a story, I trust," said
De Guy, seriously.
"Ha! ha! ha! you have joined the church, haven't you, since we met
last?"
"I see, sir, you think, because I assisted you in your plans, that I
have no honor, no conscience, no humanity. Why, sir, what I have done
for you was only a duty which my religion demanded of me."
"Your creed must be an original one!" replied Jaspar, with a sickly
laugh.
"It _is_ an original one. You thought yourself better entitled to your
brother's property than this giddy girl. So did I; and it was my duty to
see justice done. A matter of conscience with me, upon my honor."
"Enough of this!" said Jaspar, sternly, for a joke soon grew stale with
him.
"Be it so; but remember the story is true."
"And you did me the favor to blow up the steamer!" sneered Jaspar.
"At the risk of my own life, I did.
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