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What
have
you
to
confess
now
?
It
's
just
as
well
for
two
fellows
to
know
the
worst
of
one
another
before
they
begin
to
live
together
.
"
I
laughed
at
this
cross-examination
.
"
I
keep
a
bull
pup
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
object
to
rows
because
my
nerves
are
shaken
,
and
I
get
up
at
all
sorts
of
ungodly
hours
,
and
I
am
extremely
lazy
.
I
have
another
set
of
vices
when
I
'm
well
,
but
those
are
the
principal
ones
at
present
.
"
"
Do
you
include
violin-playing
in
your
category
of
rows
?
"
he
asked
,
anxiously
.
"
It
depends
on
the
player
,
"
I
answered
.
"
A
well-played
violin
is
a
treat
for
the
gods
--
a
badly-played
one
--
--
"
"
Oh
,
that
's
all
right
,
"
he
cried
,
with
a
merry
laugh
.
"
I
think
we
may
consider
the
thing
as
settled
--
that
is
,
if
the
rooms
are
agreeable
to
you
.
"
"
When
shall
we
see
them
?
"
"
Call
for
me
here
at
noon
to-morrow
,
and
we
'll
go
together
and
settle
everything
,
"
he
answered
.
"
All
right
--
noon
exactly
,
"
said
I
,
shaking
his
hand
.
We
left
him
working
among
his
chemicals
,
and
we
walked
together
towards
my
hotel
.
"
By
the
way
,
"
I
asked
suddenly
,
stopping
and
turning
upon
Stamford
,
"
how
the
deuce
did
he
know
that
I
had
come
from
Afghanistan
?
"
