'
'You have your choice, Major Tifto. You can speak or hold your
tongue.'
Then there was a pause, during which Silverbridge sat with his
hands in his pockets trying to look unconcerned. 'But if you've
got it here, and feel it as I do,'--the poor man as he said this
put his hand upon his heart,--'you can't sleep in your bed till
it's out. I did that thing that they said I did.'
'What thing?'
'Why, the nail! It was I lamed the horse.'
'I am sorry for it. I can say nothing else.'
'You ain't so sorry for it as I am. Oh no; you can never be that,
my Lord. After all what does it matter to you.'
'Very little. I meant that I was sorry for your sake.'
'I believe you are, my Lord. For though you could be rough you was
always kind. Now I will tell you everything, and then you can do
as you please.'
'I wish to do nothing. As far as I am concerned the matter is
over. It made me sick of horses, and I do not wish to have to
think of it again.'
'Nevertheless, my Lord, I've got to tell it. It was Green who put
me up to it. He did it just for the plunder.
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