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‘
Nothing
come
of
it
,
’
he
explained
,
looking
at
me
sideways
.
‘
No
answer
.
’
‘
There
was
an
answer
expected
,
was
there
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
said
I
,
opening
my
eyes
.
For
this
was
a
new
light
to
me
.
‘
When
a
man
says
he
’
s
willin
’
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
turning
his
glance
slowly
on
me
again
,
‘
it
’
s
as
much
as
to
say
,
that
man
’
s
a
-
waitin
’
for
a
answer
.
’
‘
Well
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
carrying
his
eyes
back
to
his
horse
’
s
ears
;
‘
that
man
’
s
been
a
-
waitin
’
for
a
answer
ever
since
.
’
‘
Have
you
told
her
so
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
‘
No
—
no
,
’
growled
Mr
.
Barkis
,
reflecting
about
it
.
‘
I
ain
’
t
got
no
call
to
go
and
tell
her
so
.
I
never
said
six
words
to
her
myself
,
I
ain
’
t
a
-
goin
’
to
tell
her
so
.
’
‘
Would
you
like
me
to
do
it
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
said
I
,
doubtfully
.
‘
You
might
tell
her
,
if
you
would
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
with
another
slow
look
at
me
,
‘
that
Barkis
was
a
-
waitin
’
for
a
answer
.
Says
you
-
what
name
is
it
?
’
‘
Her
name
?
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
,
with
a
nod
of
his
head
.
