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"
I
tell
you
what
it
is
,
landlord
,
"
said
I
quite
calmly
,
"
you
'd
better
stop
spinning
that
yarn
to
me
--
I
'm
not
green
.
"
"
May
be
not
,
"
taking
out
a
stick
and
whittling
a
toothpick
,
"
but
I
rayther
guess
you
'll
be
done
brown
if
that
ere
harpooneer
hears
you
a
slanderin
'
his
head
.
"
"
I
'll
break
it
for
him
,
"
said
I
,
now
flying
into
a
passion
again
at
this
unaccountable
farrago
of
the
landlord
's
.
"
It
's
broke
a
're
ady
,
"
said
he
.
"
Broke
,
"
said
I
--
"
broke
,
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Sartain
,
and
that
's
the
very
reason
he
ca
n't
sell
it
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Landlord
,
"
said
I
,
going
up
to
him
as
cool
as
Mt.
Hecla
in
a
snowstorm
--
"
landlord
,
stop
whittling
.
You
and
I
must
understand
one
another
,
and
that
too
without
delay
.
I
come
to
your
house
and
want
a
bed
;
you
tell
me
you
can
only
give
me
half
a
one
;
that
the
other
half
belongs
to
a
certain
harpooneer
.
And
about
this
harpooneer
,
whom
I
have
not
yet
seen
,
you
persist
in
telling
me
the
most
mystifying
and
exasperating
stories
tending
to
beget
in
me
an
uncomfortable
feeling
towards
the
man
whom
you
design
for
my
bedfellow
--
a
sort
of
connexion
,
landlord
,
which
is
an
intimate
and
confidential
one
in
the
highest
degree
.
I
now
demand
of
you
to
speak
out
and
tell
me
who
and
what
this
harpooneer
is
,
and
whether
I
shall
be
in
all
respects
safe
to
spend
the
night
with
him
.
And
in
the
first
place
,
you
will
be
so
good
as
to
unsay
that
story
about
selling
his
head
,
which
if
true
I
take
to
be
good
evidence
that
this
harpooneer
is
stark
mad
,
and
I
've
no
idea
of
sleeping
with
a
madman
;
and
you
,
sir
,
you
I
mean
,
landlord
,
you
,
sir
,
by
trying
to
induce
me
to
do
so
knowingly
would
thereby
render
yourself
liable
to
a
criminal
prosecution
.
"
"
Wall
,
"
said
the
landlord
,
fetching
a
long
breath
,
"
that
's
a
purty
long
sarmon
for
a
chap
that
rips
a
little
now
and
then
.
But
be
easy
,
be
easy
,
this
here
harpooneer
I
have
been
tellin
'
you
of
has
just
arrived
from
the
south
seas
,
where
he
bought
up
a
lot
of
'
balmed
New
Zealand
heads
(
great
curios
,
you
know
)
,
and
he
's
sold
all
on
'
em
but
one
,
and
that
one
he
's
trying
to
sell
to-night
,
cause
to-morrow
's
Sunday
,
and
it
would
not
do
to
be
sellin
'
human
heads
about
the
streets
when
folks
is
goin
'
to
churches
.
He
wanted
to
last
Sunday
,
but
I
stopped
him
just
as
he
was
goin
'
out
of
the
door
with
four
heads
strung
on
a
string
,
for
all
the
airth
like
a
string
of
inions
.
"
This
account
cleared
up
the
otherwise
unaccountable
mystery
,
and
showed
that
the
landlord
,
after
all
,
had
had
no
idea
of
fooling
me
--
but
at
the
same
time
what
could
I
think
of
a
harpooneer
who
stayed
out
of
a
Saturday
night
clean
into
the
holy
Sabbath
,
engaged
in
such
a
cannibal
business
as
selling
the
heads
of
dead
idolators
?
