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Chapter 3

           FromthisIwasawakenedbyhissharpvoice.

           “Yourfather’sbeenlongdead?”heasked.

           “Threeweeks,sir,”saidI.

           “Hewasasecretman,Alexanderasecret,silentman,”hecontinued.“Heneversaidmucklewhenhewasyoung.He’llneverhavespokenmuckleofme?”

           “Ineverknew,sir,tillyoutolditmeyourself,thathehadanybrother.”

           “Dearme,dearme!”saidEbenezer.“NoryetofShaws,Idaresay?”

           “Notsomuchasthename,sir,”saidI.

           “Tothinko’that!”saidhe.“Astrangenatureofaman!”Forallthat,heseemedsingularlysatisfied,butwhetherwithhimself,orme,orwiththisconductofmyfather’s,wasmorethanIcouldread.Certainly,however,heseemedtobeoutgrowingthatdistaste,orill-will,thathehadconceivedatfirstagainstmyperson;forpresentlyhejumpedup,cameacrosstheroombehindme,andhitmeasmackupontheshoulder.“We’llagreefineyet!”hecried.“I’mjustasgladIletyouin.Andnowcomeawa’toyourbed.”

           Tomysurprise,helitnolamporcandle,butsetforthintothedarkpassage,gropedhisway,breathingdeeply,upaflightofsteps,andpausedbeforeadoor,whichheunlocked.Iwascloseuponhisheels,havingstumbledafterhimasbestImight;andthenhebademegoin,forthatwasmychamber.Ididashebid,butpausedafterafewsteps,andbeggedalighttogotobedwith.

           “Hoot-toot!”saidUncleEbenezer,“there’safinemoon.”

           “Neithermoonnorstar,sir,andpit-mirk,”saidI.“Icannaeseethebed.

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