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Chapter 18. Mr. Petulengro's Device--The Leathern Purse...
George Borrow
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       _ CHAPTER XVIII. Mr. Petulengro's Device--The Leathern Purse--Consent to Purchase a Horse
       As I returned along the road I met Mr. Petulengro and one of his companions, who told me that they were bound for the public-house; whereupon I informed Jasper how I had seen in the stable the horse which we had admired at the fair. "I shouldn't wonder if you buy that horse after all, brother," said Mr. Petulengro. With a smile at the absurdity of such a supposition, I left him and his companion, and betook myself to the dingle. In the evening I received a visit from Mr. Petulengro, who forthwith commenced talking about the horse, which he had again seen, the landlord having shown it to him on learning that he was a friend of mine. He told me that the horse pleased him more than ever, he having examined his points with more accuracy than he had an opportunity of doing on the first occasion, concluding by pressing me to buy him. I begged him to desist from such foolish importunity, assuring him that I had never so much money in all my life as would enable me to purchase the horse. Whilst this discourse was going on, Mr. Petulengro and myself were standing together in the midst of the dingle. Suddenly he began to move round me--in a very singular manner, making strange motions with his hands, and frightful contortions with his features, till I became alarmed, and asked him whether he had not lost his senses? Whereupon, ceasing his movements and contortions, he assured me that he had not, but had merely been seized with a slight dizziness, and then once more returned to the subject of the horse. Feeling myself very angry, I told him that if he continued persecuting me in that manner, I should be obliged to quarrel with him; adding, that I believed his only motive for asking me to buy the animal was to insult my poverty. "Pretty poverty," said he, "with fifty pounds in your pocket; however, I have heard say that it is always the custom of your rich people to talk of their poverty, more especially when they wish to avoid laying out money." Surprised at his saying that I had fifty pounds in my pocket, I asked him what he meant; whereupon he told me that he was very sure that I had fifty pounds in my pocket, offering to lay me five shillings to that effect. "Done!" said I; "I have scarcely more than the fifth part of what you say." "I know better, brother," said Mr. Petulengro; "if you only pull out what you have in the pocket of your slop, I am sure you will have lost your wager." Putting my hand into the pocket, I felt something which I had never felt there before, and pulling it out, perceived that it was a clumsy leathern purse, which I found on opening contained four ten-pound-notes, and several pieces of gold. "Didn't I tell you so, brother?" said Mr. Petulengro. "Now, in the first place, please to pay me the five shillings you have lost." "This is only a foolish piece of pleasantry," said I; "you put it into my pocket whilst you were moving about me, making faces like a distracted person. Here, take your purse back." "I?" said Mr. Petulengro, "not I, indeed I don't think I am such a fool. I have won my wager, so pay me the five shillings, brother." "Do drop this folly," said I, "and take your purse;" and I flung it on the ground. "Brother," said Mr. Petulengro, "you were talking of quarrelling with me just now. I tell you now one thing, which is, that if you do not take back the purse I will quarrel with you; and it shall be for good and all. I'll drop your acquaintance, no longer call you my pal, and not even say sarshan to you when I meet you by the roadside. Hir mi diblis I never will." I saw by Jasper's look and tone that he was in earnest, and, as I had really a regard for the strange being, I scarcely knew what to do. "Now, be persuaded, brother," said Mr. Petulengro, taking up the purse, and handing it to me; "be persuaded; put the purse into your pocket, and buy the horse." "Well," said I, "if I did so, would you acknowledge the horse to be yours, and receive the money again as soon as I should be able to repay you?"
       "I would, brother, I would," said he; "return me the money as soon as you please, provided you buy the horse." "What motive have you for wishing me to buy that horse?" said I. "He's to be sold for fifty pounds," said Jasper, "and is worth four times that sum; though, like many a splendid bargain, he is now going a begging; buy him, and I'm confident that, in a little time, a grand gentleman of your appearance may have anything he asks for him, and found a fortune by his means. Moreover, brother, I want to dispose of this fifty pounds in a safe manner. If you don't take it, I shall fool it away in no time, perhaps at card-playing, for you saw how I was cheated by those blackguard jockeys the other day--we gyptians don't know how to take care of money: our best plan when we have got a handful of guineas is to make buttons with them; but I have plenty of golden buttons, and don't wish to be troubled with more, so you can do me no greater favour than vesting the money in this speculation, by which my mind will be relieved of considerable care and trouble for some time at least."
       Perceiving that I still hesitated, he said, "Perhaps, brother, you think I did not come honestly by the money: by the honestest manner in the world, for it is the money I earnt by fighting in the ring: I did not steal it, brother, nor did I get it by disposing of spavined donkeys, or glandered ponies--nor is it, brother, the profits of my wife's witchcraft and dukkerin."
       "But," said I, "you had better employ it in your traffic." "I have plenty of money for my traffic, independent of this capital," said Mr. Petulengro; "ay, brother, and enough besides to back the husband of my wife's sister, Sylvester, against Slammocks of the Chong gav for twenty pounds, which I am thinking of doing."
       "But," said I, "after all, the horse may have found another purchaser by this time." "Not he," said Mr. Petulengro, "there is nobody in this neighbourhood to purchase a horse like that, unless it be your lordship--so take the money, brother," and he thrust the purse into my hand. Allowing myself to be persuaded, I kept possession of the purse. "Are you satisfied now?" said I. "By no means, brother," said Mr. Petulengro, "you will please to pay me the five shillings which you lost to me." "Why," said I, "the fifty pounds which I found in my pocket were not mine, but put in by yourself." "That's nothing to do with the matter, brother," said Mr. Petulengro, "I betted you five shillings that you had fifty pounds in your pocket, which sum you had: I did not say that they were your own, but merely that you had fifty pounds; you will therefore pay me, brother, or I shall not consider you an honourable man." Not wishing to have any dispute about such a matter, I took five shillings out of my under pocket, and gave them to him. Mr. Petulengro took the money with great glee, observing--"These five shillings I will take to the public-house forthwith, and spend in drinking with four of my brethren, and doing so will give me an opportunity of telling the landlord that I have found a customer for his horse, and that you are the man. It will be as well to secure the horse as soon as possible; for though the dook tells me that the horse is intended for you, I have now and then found that the dook is, like myself, somewhat given to lying."
       He then departed, and I remained alone in the dingle. I thought at first that I had committed a great piece of folly in consenting to purchase this horse; I might find no desirable purchaser for him, until the money in my possession should be totally exhausted, and then I might be compelled to sell him for half the price I had given for him, or be even glad to find a person who would receive him at a gift; I should then remain sans horse, and indebted to Mr. Petulengro. Nevertheless, it was possible that I might sell the horse very advantageously, and by so doing obtain a fund sufficient to enable me to execute some grand enterprise or other. My present way of life afforded no prospect of support, whereas the purchase of the horse did afford a possibility of bettering my condition, so, after all, had I not done right in consenting to purchase the horse? the purchase was to be made with another person's property, it is true, and I did not exactly like the idea of speculating with another person's property, but Mr. Petulengro had thrust his money upon me, and if I lost his money, he could have no one but himself to blame; so I persuaded myself that I had, upon the whole, done right, and having come to that persuasion, I soon began to enjoy the idea of finding myself on horseback again, and figured to myself all kinds of strange adventures which I should meet with on the roads before the horse and I should part company. _
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Chapter 1. The Making Of The Linch-Pin--The Sound Sleeper...
Chapter 2. The Man In Black--The Emperor Of Germany...
Chapter 3. Necessity Of Religion--The Great Indian One...
Chapter 4. The Proposal--The Scotch Novel...
Chapter 5. Fresh Arrivals--Pitching The Tent...
Chapter 6. The Promised Visit--Roman Fashion...
Chapter 7. The Festival--The Gypsy Song...
Chapter 8. The Church--The Aristocratical Pew...
Chapter 9. Return From Church--The Cuckoo And Gypsy...
Chapter 10. Sunday Evening--Ursula--Action At Law...
Chapter 11. Ursula's Tale--The Patteran--The Deep Water...
Chapter 12. The Dingle At Night--The Two Sides Of The Question...
Chapter 13. Visit To The Landlord--His Mortifications...
Chapter 14. Preparations For The Fair--The Last Lesson...
Chapter 15. The Dawn Of Day--The Last Farewell...
Chapter 16. Gloomy Forebodings--The Postman's Mother...
Chapter 17. The Public-House--Landlord On His Legs Again...
Chapter 18. Mr. Petulengro's Device--The Leathern Purse...
Chapter 19. Trying The Horse--The Feats Of Tawno...
Chapter 20. Farewell To The Romans--The Landlord And His Niece...
Chapter 21. An Adventure On The Road--The Six Flint Stone...
Chapter 22. The Singular Noise--Sleeping In A Meadow...
Chapter 23. Drivers And Front Outside Passengers...
Chapter 24. An Inn Of Times Gone By--A First-Rate Publican...
Chapter 25. Stable Hartshorn--How To Manage A Horse On A Journey...
Chapter 26. The Stage--Coachmen Of England...
Chapter 27. Francis Ardry--His Misfortunes...
Chapter 28. Mr. Platitude And The Man In Black...
Chapter 29. Deliberations With Self-Resolution...
Chapter 30. Triumphal Departure--No Season Like Youth...
Chapter 31. A Novel Situation--The Elderly Individual...
Chapter 32. The Morning After A Fall--The Teapot...
Chapter 33. Convalescence--The Surgeon's Bill...
Chapter 34. The Old Man's Story Continued...
Chapter 35. The Leave-Taking--Spirit Of The Hearth...
Chapter 36. Arrival At Horncastle--The Inn And Ostlers...
Chapter 37. Horncastle Fair
Chapter 38. High Dutch
Chapter 39. The Hungarian
Chapter 40. The Horncastle Welcome--Tzernebock And Bielebock
Chapter 41. The Jockey's Tale--Thieves' Latin...
Chapter 42. A Short-Tempered Person--Gravitation...
Chapter 43. The Church
Chapter 44. An Old Acquaintance
Chapter 45. Murtagh's Tale
Chapter 46. Murtagh's Story Continued...
Chapter 47. Departure From Horncastle...
Appendix: Chapter 1. A Word For Lavengro
Appendix: Chapter 2. On Priestcraft
Appendix: Chapter 3. On Foreign Nonsense
Appendix: Chapter 4. On Gentility Nonsense...
Appendix: Chapter 5. Subject Of Gentility Continued
Appendix: Chapter 6. On Scotch Gentility-Nonsense...
Appendix: Chapter 7. Same Subject Continued
Appendix: Chapter 8. On Canting Nonsense
Appendix: Chapter 9. Pseudo-Critics
Appendix: Chapter 10. Pseudo-Radicals
Appendix: Chapter 11. The Old Radical