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"
Me
?
"
"
Yes
,
just
precisely
you
,
"
I
continued
.
"
You
persist
,
in
a
rude
and
boorish
manner
,
in
interrupting
my
conversation
with
the
other
guests
in
this
hostelry
.
"
And
Warden
Atherton
came
.
The
door
was
unlocked
,
and
he
blustered
into
my
cell
.
But
oh
,
I
was
so
safe
!
He
had
done
his
worst
.
I
was
beyond
his
power
.
"
I
'll
shut
off
your
grub
,
"
he
threatened
.
"
As
you
please
,
"
I
answered
.
"
I
'm
used
to
it
.
I
have
n't
eaten
for
ten
days
,
and
,
do
you
know
,
trying
to
begin
to
eat
again
is
a
confounded
nuisance
.
"
Oh
,
ho
,
you
're
threatening
me
,
are
you
?
A
hunger
strike
,
eh
?
"
"
Pardon
me
,
"
I
said
,
my
voice
sulky
with
politeness
.
"
The
proposition
was
yours
,
not
mine
.
Do
try
and
be
logical
on
occasion
.
I
trust
you
will
believe
me
when
I
tell
you
that
your
illogic
is
far
more
painful
for
me
to
endure
than
all
your
tortures
.
"
"
Are
you
going
to
stop
your
knuckle-talking
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
No
;
forgive
me
for
vexing
you
--
for
I
feel
so
strong
a
compulsion
to
talk
with
my
knuckles
that
--
"
