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"
For
two
cents
I
'll
put
you
back
in
the
jacket
,
"
he
broke
in
.
"
Do
,
please
.
I
dote
on
the
jacket
.
I
am
the
jacket
baby
.
I
get
fat
in
the
jacket
.
Look
at
that
arm
.
"
I
pulled
up
my
sleeve
and
showed
a
biceps
so
attenuated
that
when
I
flexed
it
it
had
the
appearance
of
a
string
.
"
A
real
blacksmith
's
biceps
,
eh
,
Warden
?
Cast
your
eyes
on
my
swelling
chest
.
Sandow
had
better
look
out
for
his
laurels
.
And
my
abdomen
--
why
,
man
,
I
am
growing
so
stout
that
my
case
will
be
a
scandal
of
prison
overfeeding
.
Watch
out
,
Warden
,
or
you
'll
have
the
taxpayers
after
you
.
"
"
Are
you
going
to
stop
knuckle-talk
?
"
he
roared
.
"
No
,
thanking
you
for
your
kind
solicitude
.
On
mature
deliberation
I
have
decided
that
I
shall
keep
on
knuckle-talking
.
"
He
stared
at
me
speechlessly
for
a
moment
,
and
then
,
out
of
sheer
impotency
,
turned
to
go
.
"
One
question
,
please
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
he
demanded
over
his
shoulder
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
about
it
?
"
From
the
choleric
exhibition
he
gave
there
and
then
it
has
been
an
unceasing
wonder
with
me
to
this
day
that
he
has
not
long
since
died
of
apoplexy
.
