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He did not grieve. He was angry. At the late mother of George. And my brother. Here you have found the time! How did he cursed both in the cemetery. The church watchman had opened his mouth. As well as the priest. Well, to hell with them!
Carey had no idea what to do with the seven-year-old boy.
The money of the late Nicholas only partially solved this problem. And they imposed certain obligations on him. And if it was not about his family, about the common blood, then he, Cary Warleggan, easily would have spat on them.
There was a thought of handing over my nephew for the education of Lashbrooks. George's mother had enough relatives. He was stopped by money and a promise to his late brother. He was of little opinion about Mary's family and would not be upset if this kindred did not exist at all. Wishing to regret not the poor orphan will be a lot. Pity is the last thing his nephew needs. Very poor people Lashbrooks were not, but they were very much averse to running a hand into someone else's pocket. In a relative, so to speak. By the time George grew up, it turned out that he had nothing to inherit.
- He's a clever boy. Obedient. And it will not give you much trouble. You will not give it to people whom Master George does not even know?
Let's see if the boy has any abilities at all. He approved of the friendship with Francis Poladdark. The fights with his cousin were also useful. George often returned from school in dust and blood. He did not see the trouble. Like the father of Ross Poldark ...
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Joshua Poldark, his uncle. And Cary Warleggan, George's uncle. Both were summoned to school. To the director.
He was in difficulty. The usual practice here was not good. The culprit of disorder could not be appointed. It would seem much simpler if one of the fighters is an offspring of an ancient and noble family, and the grandfather of the other was a blacksmith? But Mr. Carey Warleggan was not one of those whom an intelligent man would make his enemy. He was very rich with an indecent speed for an honest man. And his reputation was terrible.
It could be solved differently, when one boy was not rich, and the second came to school in his own carriage. But the trouble is, Mr. Joshua Poldark was also one of those who can not be quarreled with, a dangerous person, according to rumors, and knows with such people that they can do anything. And so it is not good, and it goes wrong. But the couple did not want to put up, she wanted to fight to the victorious. How can he be? To him the parents of other children complain ...
But the elders, unlike his friends, understood each other with a half-word. Francis, I'm ashamed to say, was eavesdropping. And peeking. Can they even be killed by the eldest, until they mutilate each other?
-What else has Ross done? Again your nephew broke it? Eka is not seen.
-George, he also gloriously scored. Was it worth it to take me out of business for this ...
- Let the boys fight. At their age, the most correct thing.
- That's what I think. Do you want a bet, Mr. Poldark? What will my nephew beat your son?
-And that's not gonna beat. Hell, I'm not with money today.
-And if in debt?
"Is that what you have, Warleggans?" I would rather take the devil.
He did not insist. There was still no special money for this branch of the Poldark. And his time was expensive ...
Francis looked at both with horror. It's good that the bet did not take place. And that his father was not here. He also loves the stakes. Ross is his cousin and friend, and George is his friend. Right at least break. They could have been friends with the three of us if George had not lifted that nose, and his cousin did not insult him all the time ...
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Strong stubborn hatred. Which he strongly encouraged. Let him compete with Ross Poldark. Which was stronger, stronger and more inventive (one toad in the pocket of the camisole of what it cost!) But will be beaten by his nephew if George is smart, persistent and stubborn. And not necessarily with his fists, time will show which of them will turn out better, who will do better. And in the affairs of the nephew, something can happen.
He had no intention of interfering in the boys' war. Let the nephew fight in the face of Ross Poldark with all the local nobility. Which he despised in secret, as people worthless and impractical. Their time was passing away, and all these squires could not see this by their feeble mind. The era was approaching, such as Warleggans.
All these people themselves are asking for ruin. This childhood friendship will still bring them profits. The shaft of Frances Poladd's father is not bad. And it competes with their mines ...
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His annoying hindrance grew and began to resemble his late brother. And to him, too. George inherited their abilities, and business with him at the head has acquired hitherto unprecedented scope. The nephew looked nothing like his father in anything, and fortunately, too, he was good in business.
Another mine, another mansion sold under the hammer ... gentlemen were his favorite customers. He loved to lend them, and the more, the better. If, of course, they did not have the pledged property. And the nephew shared his feelings. He would have long ago thrown Poladdark from Trenvit, the estate could be rented. And George, instead of thinking about the matter, stuck out at this his Elizabeth, while having an extremely stupid look. Something nonsense, some ridiculous sentimentality. He dragged toys to his godson and flicked around an absolutely indifferent widow. For ten years, she could have once again lifted her skirts, the nephew spent more time and money on her than her own husband. He knew women who would be naked in bed at any convenient time for much less. And this pale little-malt girl so guarded her crevice, as if she had gold and diamonds there! ..
Elizabeth Poldark was not enough for him in Cardew! With her mother, spoiled son, debts and too much influence on George. Why, she's almost thirty. Is he crazy?
Carey would have arranged one of the girls Tig, anyway, this family has proved its health and fertility. Or Caroline Pivenen. Yes, anyone but her.
Mary Worleggan nee Lashbrook also did not have strong health, but she brought them good money. My brother married wisely. But he did not consider the nephew a fool either.
However, in some things, even despite all his upbringing, George was sensitive and sentimental to disgrace. Fortunately, such an impression on the generally sensible nephew produced not only every skirt, but only one single. And her name was Elizabeth Poldark.
Let her finally get to her bedroom and calm down on it. Ten years to admire the attempts of his nephew to do it pretty tired. How many profitable parties George missed during this time! True, the parties were getting better and better every year. And so he, reluctantly, agreed to wait. George's ridiculous passion did not affect their affairs in any way.
His deceased brother had at least enough mind to put an eye on a girl with a decent dowry. The richest in their village, in truth. The nephew was not interested in anything that could be easily obtained. He therefore hoped for the heiress of Pivenen. George could, for the sake of such a case, throw his detracting sentiments and marry with benefit and advantage. To wait for the heir and then to see around this Elizabeth as long as you like.
The son of Nicholas with this widow changed both dignity and pride. He was sure that this lady used this his nephew. Many years. And it cost him more than any whore.