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"
If
he
had
shown
me
the
door
it
would
have
been
almost
as
acceptable
.
I
felt
as
if
I
were
on
the
point
of
crying
and
said
:
"
I
beg
you
will
excuse
...
.
"
"
Pray
,
sit
down
,
"
he
repeated
.
And
I
sat
down
,
and
explained
that
I
again
had
an
article
which
I
was
extremely
anxious
to
get
into
his
paper
.
I
had
taken
such
pains
with
it
;
it
had
cost
me
much
effort
.
"
I
will
read
it
,
"
said
he
,
and
he
took
it
.
"
Everything
you
write
is
certain
to
cost
you
effort
,
but
you
are
far
too
impetuous
;
if
you
could
only
be
a
little
more
sober
.
There
's
too
much
fever
.
In
the
meantime
,
I
will
read
it
,
"
and
he
turned
to
the
table
again
.
There
I
sat
.
Dared
I
ask
for
a
shilling
?
explain
to
him
why
there
was
always
fever
?
He
would
be
sure
to
aid
me
;
it
was
not
the
first
time
.
I
stood
up
.
Hum
!
But
the
last
time
I
was
with
him
he
had
complained
about
money
,
and
had
sent
a
messenger
out
to
scrape
some
together
for
me
.
Maybe
it
might
be
the
same
case
now
.
No
;
it
should
not
occur
!
Could
I
not
see
then
that
he
was
sitting
at
work
?
Was
there
otherwise
anything
?
he
inquired
.
"
No
,
"
I
answered
,
and
I
compelled
my
voice
to
sound
steady
.
"
About
how
soon
shall
I
call
in
again
?
"
"
Oh
,
any
time
you
are
passing
--
in
a
couple
of
days
or
so
.
"
