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Lezek
put
his
arm
around
his
son
’
s
shoulders
,
with
some
difficulty
in
view
of
their
difference
in
height
,
and
gently
propelled
him
across
the
square
.
’
Mort
,
you
know
your
uncle
Hemesh
told
me
about
this
prenticing
business
?
’
he
whispered
.
’
Yes
?
’
’
Well
,
he
told
me
something
else
,
’
the
old
man
confided
.
’
He
said
it
’
s
not
unknown
for
an
apprentice
to
inherit
his
master
’
s
business
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
,
then
?
’
’
Uh
.
I
’
m
not
sure
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
It
’
s
worth
thinking
about
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
I
am
thinking
about
it
,
father
.
’
’
Many
a
young
lad
has
started
out
that
way
,
Hemesh
said
.
He
makes
himself
useful
,
earns
his
master
’
s
confidence
,
and
,
well
,
if
there
’
s
any
daughters
in
the
house
.
.
.
did
Mr
,
er
,
Mr
say
anything
about
daughters
?
’
’
Mr
who
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
Mr
.
.
.
your
new
master
.
’
