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Gunpowder

           

           Atruefriend!‘Whelp,whelp!’thoughtMr.Harthouse,lazily;‘whatanAssyouare!’

           ‘AndItakeyourofferasagreatkindness,’saidTom,graspinghishand.‘Asagreatkindness,Mr.Harthouse.’

           ‘Well,’returnedtheother,‘itmaybeofmoreusebyandby.And,mygoodfellow,ifyouwillopenyourbedevilmentstomewhentheycomethickuponyou,Imayshowyoubetterwaysoutofthemthanyoucanfindforyourself.’

           ‘Thankyou,’saidTom,shakinghisheaddismally,andchewingrosebuds.‘IwishIhadknownyousooner,Mr.Harthouse.’

           ‘Now,yousee,Tom,’saidMr.Harthouseinconclusion,himselftossingoveraroseortwo,asacontributiontotheisland,whichwasalwaysdriftingtothewallasifitwantedtobecomeapartofthemainland:‘everymanisselfishineverythinghedoes,andIamexactlyliketherestofmyfellow-creatures.Iamdesperatelyintent;’thelanguorofhisdesperationbeingquitetropical;‘onyoursofteningtowardsyoursisterwhichyououghttodo;andonyourbeingamorelovingandagreeablesortofbrotherwhichyououghttobe.’

           ‘Iwillbe,Mr.Harthouse.’

           ‘Notimelikethepresent,Tom.Beginatonce.’

           ‘CertainlyIwill.AndmysisterLooshallsayso.’

           ‘Havingmadewhichbargain,Tom,’saidHarthouse,clappinghimontheshoulderagain,withanairwhichlefthimatlibertytoinferashedid,poorfoolthatthisconditionwasimposeduponhiminmerecarelessgoodnaturetolessenhissenseofobligation,‘wewilltearourselvesasunderuntildinner-time

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