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His
tone
made
me
feel
not
a
little
ridiculous
.
I
knew
that
he
was
looking
at
me
sideways
,
with
a
sardonic
smile
.
"
I
suppose
you
are
hard
up
,
"
I
remarked
insolently
.
"
I
should
be
a
damned
fool
if
I
thought
I
had
any
chance
of
borrowing
money
from
you
.
"
"
You
’
ve
come
down
in
the
world
if
you
can
bring
yourself
to
flatter
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
You
’
ll
never
really
dislike
me
so
long
as
I
give
you
the
opportunity
to
get
off
a
good
thing
now
and
then
.
"
I
had
to
bite
my
lip
to
prevent
myself
from
laughing
.
What
he
said
had
a
hateful
truth
in
it
,
and
another
defect
of
my
character
is
that
I
enjoy
the
company
of
those
,
however
depraved
,
who
can
give
me
a
Roland
for
my
Oliver
I
began
to
feel
that
my
abhorrence
for
Strickland
could
only
be
sustained
by
an
effort
on
my
part
.
I
recognised
my
moral
weakness
,
but
saw
that
my
disapprobation
had
in
it
already
something
of
a
pose
;
and
I
knew
that
if
I
felt
it
,
his
own
keen
instinct
had
discovered
it
,
too
.
He
was
certainly
laughing
at
me
up
his
sleeve
.
I
left
him
the
last
word
,
and
sought
refuge
in
a
shrug
of
the
shoulders
and
taciturnity
.
We
arrived
at
the
house
in
which
I
lived
.
I
would
not
ask
him
to
come
in
with
me
,
but
walked
up
the
stairs
without
a
word
.
He
followed
me
,
and
entered
the
apartment
on
my
heels
.
He
had
not
been
in
it
before
,
but
he
never
gave
a
glance
at
the
room
I
had
been
at
pains
to
make
pleasing
to
the
eye
.
There
was
a
tin
of
tobacco
on
the
table
,
and
,
taking
out
his
pipe
,
he
filled
it
.
He
sat
down
on
the
only
chair
that
had
no
arms
and
tilted
himself
on
the
back
legs
.
"
If
you
’
re
going
to
make
yourself
at
home
,
why
don
’
t
you
sit
in
an
arm
-
chair
?
"
I
asked
irritably
.
