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"
I
am
very
sorry
,
"
were
all
the
words
that
he
could
muster
.
But
Mr
.
Garth
was
already
relenting
.
"
We
must
make
the
best
of
it
,
Fred
,
"
he
began
,
with
a
return
to
his
usual
quiet
tone
.
"
Every
man
can
learn
to
write
.
I
taught
myself
.
Go
at
it
with
a
will
,
and
sit
up
at
night
if
the
day
-
time
isn
’
t
enough
.
We
’
ll
be
patient
,
my
boy
.
Callum
shall
go
on
with
the
books
for
a
bit
,
while
you
are
learning
.
But
now
I
must
be
off
,
"
said
Caleb
,
rising
.
"
You
must
let
your
father
know
our
agreement
.
You
’
ll
save
me
Callum
’
s
salary
,
you
know
,
when
you
can
write
;
and
I
can
afford
to
give
you
eighty
pounds
for
the
first
year
,
and
more
after
.
"
When
Fred
made
the
necessary
disclosure
to
his
parents
,
the
relative
effect
on
the
two
was
a
surprise
which
entered
very
deeply
into
his
memory
.
He
went
straight
from
Mr
.
Garth
’
s
office
to
the
warehouse
,
rightly
feeling
that
the
most
respectful
way
in
which
he
could
behave
to
his
father
was
to
make
the
painful
communication
as
gravely
and
formally
as
possible
.
Moreover
,
the
decision
would
be
more
certainly
understood
to
be
final
,
if
the
interview
took
place
in
his
father
’
s
gravest
hours
,
which
were
always
those
spent
in
his
private
room
at
the
warehouse
.
Fred
entered
on
the
subject
directly
,
and
declared
briefly
what
he
had
done
and
was
resolved
to
do
,
expressing
at
the
end
his
regret
that
he
should
be
the
cause
of
disappointment
to
his
father
,
and
taking
the
blame
on
his
own
deficiencies
.
The
regret
was
genuine
,
and
inspired
Fred
with
strong
,
simple
words
.
Mr
.
Vincy
listened
in
profound
surprise
without
uttering
even
an
exclamation
,
a
silence
which
in
his
impatient
temperament
was
a
sign
of
unusual
emotion
.
He
had
not
been
in
good
spirits
about
trade
that
morning
,
and
the
slight
bitterness
in
his
lips
grew
intense
as
he
listened
.
When
Fred
had
ended
,
there
was
a
pause
of
nearly
a
minute
,
during
which
Mr
.
Vincy
replaced
a
book
in
his
desk
and
turned
the
key
emphatically
.
Then
he
looked
at
his
son
steadily
,
and
said
—
"
So
you
’
ve
made
up
your
mind
at
last
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
,
father
.
"
"
Very
well
;
stick
to
it
.
I
’
ve
no
more
to
say
.
You
’
ve
thrown
away
your
education
,
and
gone
down
a
step
in
life
,
when
I
had
given
you
the
means
of
rising
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
