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"
Nobody
else
,
I
say
.
The
young
chap
.
I
shall
do
as
I
like
.
"
"
Wait
till
broad
daylight
,
sir
,
when
every
one
is
stirring
.
Or
let
me
call
Simmons
now
,
to
go
and
fetch
the
lawyer
?
He
can
be
here
in
less
than
two
hours
.
"
"
Lawyer
?
What
do
I
want
with
the
lawyer
?
Nobody
shall
know
—
I
say
,
nobody
shall
know
.
I
shall
do
as
I
like
.
"
"
Let
me
call
some
one
else
,
sir
,
"
said
Mary
,
persuasively
.
She
did
not
like
her
position
—
alone
with
the
old
man
,
who
seemed
to
show
a
strange
flaring
of
nervous
energy
which
enabled
him
to
speak
again
and
again
without
falling
into
his
usual
cough
;
yet
she
desired
not
to
push
unnecessarily
the
contradiction
which
agitated
him
.
"
Let
me
,
pray
,
call
some
one
else
.
"
"
You
let
me
alone
,
I
say
.
Look
here
,
missy
.
Take
the
money
.
You
’
ll
never
have
the
chance
again
.
It
’
s
pretty
nigh
two
hundred
—
there
’
s
more
in
the
box
,
and
nobody
knows
how
much
there
was
.
Take
it
and
do
as
I
tell
you
.
"
Mary
,
standing
by
the
fire
,
saw
its
red
light
falling
on
the
old
man
,
propped
up
on
his
pillows
and
bed
-
rest
,
with
his
bony
hand
holding
out
the
key
,
and
the
money
lying
on
the
quilt
before
him
.
She
never
forgot
that
vision
of
a
man
wanting
to
do
as
he
liked
at
the
last
.
But
the
way
in
which
he
had
put
the
offer
of
the
money
urged
her
to
speak
with
harder
resolution
than
ever
.
"
It
is
of
no
use
,
sir
.
I
will
not
do
it
.
Put
up
your
money
.
I
will
not
touch
your
money
.
I
will
do
anything
else
I
can
to
comfort
you
;
but
I
will
not
touch
your
keys
or
your
money
.
"
"
Anything
else
anything
else
!
"
said
old
Featherstone
,
with
hoarse
rage
,
which
,
as
if
in
a
nightmare
,
tried
to
be
loud
,
and
yet
was
only
just
audible
.
"
I
want
nothing
else
.
You
come
here
—
you
come
here
.
"
Mary
approached
him
cautiously
,
knowing
him
too
well
.
She
saw
him
dropping
his
keys
and
trying
to
grasp
his
stick
,
while
he
looked
at
her
like
an
aged
hyena
,
the
muscles
of
his
face
getting
distorted
with
the
effort
of
his
hand
.
She
paused
at
a
safe
distance
.
