The last few words had come in a dry, choking whisper--as if
they had been pumped from the depths of his heart.
Jack instinctively put out his hand and touched the Jew's knee.
"Will you please forgive me, Mr. Cohen--and will you please listen
to me. I won't tell you a lie. I did feel that way at first--I do
not now. I will take the bonds, and I thank you from the bottom of
my heart for them. You will never know how much good they will do;
I have hardly slept since I knew I had to get this money. I am,
perhaps, too tired to think straight, but you must do something
for me--you must make it right with my own conscience. I want to
sign something--give you something as security. I have only one
thing in the world and that is some ore property my father left me
in Maryland. At present it is worthless and may always be, but
still it is all I have. Let me give you this. If it turns out to
be of value you can take out your loan with interest and give me
the rest; if it does not, I will pay it back as I can; it may be
ten years or it may be less, but I will pay it if I live.
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