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Chapter 9

           Andthemeresightofthetorment,withhisfishyeyesandmouthopen,hissandyhairinquisitivelyonend,andhiswaistcoatheavingwithwindyarithmetic,mademeviciousinmyreticence.

           "Well,boy,"UnclePumblechookbegan,assoonashewasseatedinthechairofhonorbythefire."Howdidyougetonuptown?"

           Ianswered,"Prettywell,sir,"andmysistershookherfistatme.

           "Prettywell?"Mr.Pumblechookrepeated."Prettywellisnoanswer.Telluswhatyoumeanbyprettywell,boy?"

           Whitewashontheforeheadhardensthebrainintoastateofobstinacyperhaps.Anyhow,withwhitewashfromthewallonmyforehead,myobstinacywasadamantine.Ireflectedforsometime,andthenansweredasifIhaddiscoveredanewidea,"Imeanprettywell."

           Mysisterwithanexclamationofimpatiencewasgoingtoflyatme,Ihadnoshadowofdefence,forJoewasbusyintheforgewhenMr.Pumblechookinterposedwith"No!Don’tloseyourtemper.Leavethisladtome,ma’am;leavethisladtome."Mr.Pumblechookthenturnedmetowardshim,asifheweregoingtocutmyhair,andsaid

           "First(togetourthoughtsinorder):Forty-threepence?"

           Icalculatedtheconsequencesofreplying"FourHundredPound,"andfindingthemagainstme,wentasneartheanswerasIcouldwhichwassomewhereabouteightpenceoff.Mr.

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