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Fred
felt
an
awkward
movement
of
the
heart
;
he
had
not
thought
of
desk
-
work
;
but
he
was
in
a
resolute
mood
,
and
not
going
to
shrink
.
"
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
arithmetic
,
Mr
.
Garth
:
it
always
came
easily
to
me
.
I
think
you
know
my
writing
.
"
"
Let
us
see
,
"
said
Caleb
,
taking
up
a
pen
,
examining
it
carefully
and
handing
it
,
well
dipped
,
to
Fred
with
a
sheet
of
ruled
paper
.
"
Copy
me
a
line
or
two
of
that
valuation
,
with
the
figures
at
the
end
.
"
At
that
time
the
opinion
existed
that
it
was
beneath
a
gentleman
to
write
legibly
,
or
with
a
hand
in
the
least
suitable
to
a
clerk
.
Fred
wrote
the
lines
demanded
in
a
hand
as
gentlemanly
as
that
of
any
viscount
or
bishop
of
the
day
:
the
vowels
were
all
alike
and
the
consonants
only
distinguishable
as
turning
up
or
down
,
the
strokes
had
a
blotted
solidity
and
the
letters
disdained
to
keep
the
line
—
in
short
,
it
was
a
manuscript
of
that
venerable
kind
easy
to
interpret
when
you
know
beforehand
what
the
writer
means
.
As
Caleb
looked
on
,
his
visage
showed
a
growing
depression
,
but
when
Fred
handed
him
the
paper
he
gave
something
like
a
snarl
,
and
rapped
the
paper
passionately
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
Bad
work
like
this
dispelled
all
Caleb
’
s
mildness
.
"
The
deuce
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
snarlingly
.
"
To
think
that
this
is
a
country
where
a
man
’
s
education
may
cost
hundreds
and
hundreds
,
and
it
turns
you
out
this
!
"
Then
in
a
more
pathetic
tone
,
pushing
up
his
spectacles
and
looking
at
the
unfortunate
scribe
,
"
The
Lord
have
mercy
on
us
,
Fred
,
I
can
’
t
put
up
with
this
!
"
"
What
can
I
do
,
Mr
.
Garth
?
"
said
Fred
,
whose
spirits
had
sunk
very
low
,
not
only
at
the
estimate
of
his
handwriting
,
but
at
the
vision
of
himself
as
liable
to
be
ranked
with
office
clerks
.
"
Do
?
Why
,
you
must
learn
to
form
your
letters
and
keep
the
line
.
What
’
s
the
use
of
writing
at
all
if
nobody
can
understand
it
?
"
asked
Caleb
,
energetically
,
quite
preoccupied
with
the
bad
quality
of
the
work
.
"
Is
there
so
little
business
in
the
world
that
you
must
be
sending
puzzles
over
the
country
?
But
that
’
s
the
way
people
are
brought
up
.
I
should
lose
no
end
of
time
with
the
letters
some
people
send
me
,
if
Susan
did
not
make
them
out
for
me
.
It
’
s
disgusting
.
"
Here
Caleb
tossed
the
paper
from
him
.
Any
stranger
peeping
into
the
office
at
that
moment
might
have
wondered
what
was
the
drama
between
the
indignant
man
of
business
,
and
the
fine
-
looking
young
fellow
whose
blond
complexion
was
getting
rather
patchy
as
he
bit
his
lip
with
mortification
.
Fred
was
struggling
with
many
thoughts
.
Mr
.
Garth
had
been
so
kind
and
encouraging
at
the
beginning
of
their
interview
,
that
gratitude
and
hopefulness
had
been
at
a
high
pitch
,
and
the
downfall
was
proportionate
.
He
had
not
thought
of
desk
-
work
—
in
fact
,
like
the
majority
of
young
gentlemen
,
he
wanted
an
occupation
which
should
be
free
from
disagreeables
.
I
cannot
tell
what
might
have
been
the
consequences
if
he
had
not
distinctly
promised
himself
that
he
would
go
to
Lowick
to
see
Mary
and
tell
her
that
he
was
engaged
to
work
under
her
father
.
He
did
not
like
to
disappoint
himself
there
.
