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'You was very rough then. Wasn't you rough?'
'A man's bedroom is generally supposed to be private.'
'Yes, my Lord,--that's true. I ought to have sent your man first. I
came then to confess it all, before it was done.'
'Then why couldn't you let the horse alone?'
'I was in their hands. And then you was so rough with me! So I
said to myself I might as well do it,--and I did it.'
'What do you want me to say? As far as my forgiveness goes, you
have it!'
'That saying a great deal, my Lord,--a great deal,' said Tifto, now
in tears. 'But I ain't said it all yet. He's here; in London!'
'Who's here.'
'Green. He's here. He doesn't think I know, but I could lay my
hands on him tomorrow.'
'There is no human being alive, Major Tifto, whose presence or
absence could be a matter of more indifference to me.'
'I'll tell you what I'll do, my Lord. I'll go before any judge, or
magistrate, or police-officer in the country, and tell the truth.
I won't ask even for a pardon. They shall punish me and him too.
I'm in that state of mind that any change would be for the better.
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