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‘
-
Will
have
a
thing
done
,
I
will
have
it
done
,
’
repeated
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
.
‘
I
am
a
determined
character
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
That
’
s
what
I
am
.
I
do
my
duty
.
That
’
s
what
I
do
.
My
flesh
and
blood
’
—
he
looked
at
Mrs
.
Creakle
as
he
said
this
—
‘
when
it
rises
against
me
,
is
not
my
flesh
and
blood
.
I
discard
it
.
Has
that
fellow
’
—
to
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
—
‘
been
here
again
?
’
‘
No
,
’
was
the
answer
.
‘
No
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
He
knows
better
.
He
knows
me
.
Let
him
keep
away
.
I
say
let
him
keep
away
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
striking
his
hand
upon
the
table
,
and
looking
at
Mrs
.
Creakle
,
‘
for
he
knows
me
.
Now
you
have
begun
to
know
me
too
,
my
young
friend
,
and
you
may
go
.
Take
him
away
.
’
I
was
very
glad
to
be
ordered
away
,
for
Mrs
.
and
Miss
Creakle
were
both
wiping
their
eyes
,
and
I
felt
as
uncomfortable
for
them
as
I
did
for
myself
.
But
I
had
a
petition
on
my
mind
which
concerned
me
so
nearly
,
that
I
couldn
’
t
help
saying
,
though
I
wondered
at
my
own
courage
:
‘
If
you
please
,
sir
—
—
’
Mr
.
Creakle
whispered
,
‘
Hah
!
What
’
s
this
?
’
and
bent
his
eyes
upon
me
,
as
if
he
would
have
burnt
me
up
with
them
.
‘
If
you
please
,
sir
,
’
I
faltered
,
‘
if
I
might
be
allowed
(
I
am
very
sorry
indeed
,
sir
,
for
what
I
did
)
to
take
this
writing
off
,
before
the
boys
come
back
—
—
’
Whether
Mr
.
