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Chapter 27. The Pupil of the Marshalsea

           

           YoungJohnfollowedhimwithhiseyes,and,afterashortpause,criedout,‘Ibegyourpardon!’

           ‘Freelygranted,’saidClennam,wavinghishandwithoutraisinghissunkenhead.‘Saynomore.Iamnotworthit.’

           ‘Thisfurniture,sir,’saidYoungJohninavoiceofmildandsoftexplanation,‘belongstome.Iaminthehabitoflettingitouttopartieswithoutfurniture,thathavetheroom.Itan’tmuch,butit’satyourservice.Free,Imean.Icouldnotthinkoflettingyouhaveitonanyotherterms.You’rewelcometoitfornothing.’

           Arthurraisedhisheadagaintothankhim,andtosayhecouldnotacceptthefavour.Johnwasstillturninghiswrist,andstillcontendingwithhimselfinhisformerdividedmanner.

           ‘Whatisthematterbetweenus?’saidArthur.

           ‘Ideclinetonameit,sir,’returnedYoungJohn,suddenlyturningloudandsharp.‘Nothing’sthematter.’

           Arthurlookedathimagain,invain,foranexplanationofhisbehaviour.Afterawhile,Arthurturnedawayhisheadagain.YoungJohnsaid,presentlyafterwards,withtheutmostmildness:

           ‘Thelittleroundtable,sir,that’snighyourelbow,was—youknowwhose—Ineedn’tmentionhim—hediedagreatgentleman.Iboughtitofanindividualthathegaveitto,andthatlivedhereafterhim.Buttheindividualwasn’tanywaysequaltohim.Mostindividualswouldfindithardtocomeuptohislevel.’

           Arthurdrewthelittletablenearer,restedhisarmuponit,andkeptitthere.

           ‘Perhapsyoumaynotbeaware,sir,’saidYoungJohn,‘thatIintrudeduponhimwhenhewasoverhereinLondon.

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