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Presently
he
looked
towards
me
sideways
.
"
And
see
here
,
"
says
he
,
"
tit
for
tat
.
"
I
told
him
I
was
ready
to
prove
my
gratitude
in
any
reasonable
degree
,
and
then
waited
,
looking
for
some
monstrous
demand
.
And
yet
,
when
at
last
he
plucked
up
courage
to
speak
,
it
was
only
to
tell
me
(
very
properly
,
as
I
thought
)
that
he
was
growing
old
and
a
little
broken
,
and
that
he
would
expect
me
to
help
him
with
the
house
and
the
bit
garden
.
I
answered
,
and
expressed
my
readiness
to
serve
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
let
's
begin
.
"
He
pulled
out
of
his
pocket
a
rusty
key
.
"
There
,
"
says
he
,
"
there
's
the
key
of
the
stair-tower
at
the
far
end
of
the
house
.
Ye
can
only
win
into
it
from
the
outside
,
for
that
part
of
the
house
is
no
finished
.
Gang
ye
in
there
,
and
up
the
stairs
,
and
bring
me
down
the
chest
that
's
at
the
top
.
There
's
papers
i
n't
,
"
he
added
.
"
Can
I
have
a
light
,
sir
?
"
said
I.
"
Na
,
"
said
he
,
very
cunningly
.
"
Nae
lights
in
my
house
.
"
"
Very
well
,
sir
,
"
said
I.
"
Are
the
stairs
good
?
"
"
They
're
grand
,
"
said
he
;
and
then
,
as
I
was
going
,
"
Keep
to
the
wall
,
"
he
added
;
"
there
's
nae
bannisters
.
But
the
stairs
are
grand
underfoot
.
"
