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The
old
man
and
another
person
were
together
in
the
back
part
,
and
there
seemed
to
have
been
high
words
between
them
,
for
their
voices
which
were
raised
to
a
very
high
pitch
suddenly
stopped
on
my
entering
,
and
the
old
man
advancing
hastily
towards
me
,
said
in
a
tremulous
tone
that
he
was
very
glad
I
had
come
.
‘
You
interrupted
us
at
a
critical
moment
,
’
said
he
,
pointing
to
the
man
whom
I
had
found
in
company
with
him
;
‘
this
fellow
will
murder
me
one
of
these
days
.
He
would
have
done
so
,
long
ago
,
if
he
had
dared
.
’
‘
Bah
!
You
would
swear
away
my
life
if
you
could
,
’
returned
the
other
,
after
bestowing
a
stare
and
a
frown
on
me
;
‘
we
all
know
that
!
’
‘
I
almost
think
I
could
,
’
cried
the
old
man
,
turning
feebly
upon
him
.
‘
If
oaths
,
or
prayers
,
or
words
,
could
rid
me
of
you
,
they
should
.
I
would
be
quit
of
you
,
and
would
be
relieved
if
you
were
dead
.
’
‘
I
know
it
,
’
returned
the
other
.
‘
I
said
so
,
didn
’
t
I
?
But
neither
oaths
,
or
prayers
,
nor
words
,
will
kill
me
,
and
therefore
I
live
,
and
mean
to
live
.
’
‘
And
his
mother
died
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
passionately
clasping
his
hands
and
looking
upward
;
‘
and
this
is
Heaven
’
s
justice
!
’
The
other
stood
lounging
with
his
foot
upon
a
chair
,
and
regarded
him
with
a
contemptuous
sneer
.
He
was
a
young
man
of
one
-
and
-
twenty
or
thereabouts
;
well
made
,
and
certainly
handsome
,
though
the
expression
of
his
face
was
far
from
prepossessing
,
having
in
common
with
his
manner
and
even
his
dress
,
a
dissipated
,
insolent
air
which
repelled
one
.
‘
Justice
or
no
justice
,
’
said
the
young
fellow
,
‘
here
I
am
and
here
I
shall
stop
till
such
time
as
I
think
fit
to
go
,
unless
you
send
for
assistance
to
put
me
out
—
which
you
won
’
t
do
,
I
know
.
I
tell
you
again
that
I
want
to
see
my
sister
.
’
‘
Your
sister
!
’
said
the
old
man
bitterly
.
