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‘
"
Come
,
come
,
Tom
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
"
that
’
s
not
the
way
to
address
solid
Spanish
mahogany
.
Damme
,
you
couldn
’
t
treat
me
with
less
respect
if
I
was
veneered
.
"
When
the
old
gentleman
said
this
,
he
looked
so
fierce
that
Tom
began
to
grow
frightened
.
‘
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
treat
you
with
any
disrespect
,
Sir
,
"
said
Tom
,
in
a
much
humbler
tone
than
he
had
spoken
in
at
first
.
‘
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
old
fellow
,
"
perhaps
not
—
perhaps
not
.
Tom
—
"
‘
"
sir
—
"
‘
"
I
know
everything
about
you
,
Tom
;
everything
.
You
’
re
very
poor
,
Tom
.
"
‘
"
I
certainly
am
,
"
said
Tom
Smart
.
"
But
how
came
you
to
know
that
?
"
‘
"
Never
mind
that
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
;
"
you
’
re
much
too
fond
of
punch
,
Tom
.
"
‘
Tom
Smart
was
just
on
the
point
of
protesting
that
he
hadn
’
t
tasted
a
drop
since
his
last
birthday
,
but
when
his
eye
encountered
that
of
the
old
gentleman
he
looked
so
knowing
that
Tom
blushed
,
and
was
silent
.
‘
"
Tom
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
"
the
widow
’
s
a
fine
woman
—
remarkably
fine
woman
—
eh
,
Tom
?
"
Here
the
old
fellow
screwed
up
his
eyes
,
cocked
up
one
of
his
wasted
little
legs
,
and
looked
altogether
so
unpleasantly
amorous
,
that
Tom
was
quite
disgusted
with
the
levity
of
his
behaviour
—
at
his
time
of
life
,
too
!
‘
"
I
am
her
guardian
,
Tom
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
.
