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‘
I
,
eleven
weeks
,
to
-
morrow
night
at
midnight
.
You
,
nine
weeks
and
three
days
,
at
five
this
afternoon
.
’
‘
Have
I
ever
done
anything
here
?
Ever
touched
the
broom
,
or
spread
the
mats
,
or
rolled
them
up
,
or
found
the
draughts
,
or
collected
the
dominoes
,
or
put
my
hand
to
any
kind
of
work
?
’
‘
Never
!
’
‘
Have
you
ever
thought
of
looking
to
me
to
do
any
kind
of
work
?
’
John
Baptist
answered
with
that
peculiar
back
-
handed
shake
of
the
right
forefinger
which
is
the
most
expressive
negative
in
the
Italian
language
.
‘
No
!
You
knew
from
the
first
moment
when
you
saw
me
here
,
that
I
was
a
gentleman
?
’
‘
ALTRO
!
’
returned
John
Baptist
,
closing
his
eyes
and
giving
his
head
a
most
vehement
toss
.
The
word
being
,
according
to
its
Genoese
emphasis
,
a
confirmation
,
a
contradiction
,
an
assertion
,
a
denial
,
a
taunt
,
a
compliment
,
a
joke
,
and
fifty
other
things
,
became
in
the
present
instance
,
with
a
significance
beyond
all
power
of
written
expression
,
our
familiar
English
‘
I
believe
you
!
’
‘
Haha
!
You
are
right
!
A
gentleman
I
am
!
And
a
gentleman
I
’
ll
live
,
and
a
gentleman
I
’
ll
die
!
It
’
s
my
intent
to
be
a
gentleman
.
It
’
s
my
game
.
Death
of
my
soul
,
I
play
it
out
wherever
I
go
!
’
He
changed
his
posture
to
a
sitting
one
,
crying
with
a
triumphant
air
:
