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Chapter 3
Thesehethrewonanyway,andtakingastafffromthecupboard,lockedallupagain,andwasforsettingout,whenathoughtarrestedhim.
“Icannaeleaveyoubyyoursel’inthehouse,”saidhe.“I’llhavetolockyouout.”
Thebloodcametomyface.“Ifyoulockmeout,”Isaid,“it’llbethelastyou’llseeofmeinfriendship.”
Heturnedverypale,andsuckedhismouthin.
“Thisisnotheway,”hesaid,lookingwickedlyatacornerofthefloor—“thisisnothewaytowinmyfavour,David.”
“Sir,”saysI,“withaproperreverenceforyourageandourcommonblood,Idonotvalueyourfavourataboddle’spurchase.Iwasbroughtuptohaveagoodconceitofmyself;andifyouwerealltheuncle,andallthefamily,Ihadintheworldtentimesover,Iwouldn’tbuyyourlikingatsuchprices.”
UncleEbenezerwentandlookedoutofthewindowforawhile.Icouldseehimalltremblingandtwitching,likeamanwithpalsy.Butwhenheturnedround,hehadasmileuponhisface.
“Well,well,”saidhe,“wemustbearandforbear.I’llnogo;that’sallthat’stobesaidofit.”
“UncleEbenezer,”Isaid,“Icanmakenothingoutofthis.Youusemelikeathief;youhatetohavemeinthishouse;youletmeseeit,everywordandeveryminute:it’snotpossiblethatyoucanlikeme;andasforme,I’vespokentoyouasIneverthoughttospeaktoanyman
