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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Memoirs Of Constantine Dix… (1905)

Not one penny was left to the landlord of the Crown who had frequently and in many ways befriended the old miser.
I am not accustomed to feel remorse for any theft that I may commit. I am a born thief, and I thieve very well; theft is a thing, as I have said, that I do best and like best. But it is seldom that I can look back on any of my operations with the immense satisfaction that this has given me. Jacobs was not a man who, in a really civilised country, would have been allowed to possess any money at all, and my only regret is that I did not take more.
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Memoirs Of Constantine Dix… (1905)

The lock of the cottage door presented no difficulties. I went all over the place that night while Jacobs was away at the post. It was a three-roomed cottage, standing in a small garden with a few fruit trees at the back. It looked disreputable enough on the outside. The roof was crazy and half covered with ivy. Windows were patched and gutters broken. Clouds of flies hovered over the fœtid green water in the butt at the corner of the house. On the other hand, the garden was well-kept and cultivated There were no flowers there; the miser grew nothing that he could not eat.
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Memoirs Of Constantine Dix… (1905)

I said.
"He is," said the landlord. "They call him the miser of Darwen. He is worth twenty-five thousand pounds, so they say, and he lives alone in a cottage that isn't fit to keep a dog in. I have never seen a penny of his money in my life. He brings fruit or he brings vegetables, and goes through the same bit of play-acting that you saw just now. Of course I don't want his apples; everybody has got more apples than they can give away this year.
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