He decided to say this, or something like it, to Dunkle and crush him.
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"My dear fellow," he said, thus putting an end to that silence which began a page or so back, "I shall, of course, be very sorry if you decide not to help me, but I may remind you that, besides yourself, there are other literary young geniuses about. In point of fact, such people are, in London, ten a penny. I shall suit myself very easily. Let us agree to forget this abortive negotiation. Unless, that is to say, you will take Chloë with a couple of hundred pounds down and" he smiled, "my blessing."
"No, Archdeacon," said Dunkle. "It's seven hundred a year or nothing; and unless you disgorge it there won't be any wedding. In fact, it'll be a bit more than
