“Ah! I am glad of that. You brought them away, of course?”
“Yes, sir; here they are. He made a terrible fuss about parting with them.”
“What did he say?”
“He said Heaven was to judge between me and him.”
“Blaspheming dog! —— him! I'll break him. What else?”
“'Get out of my sight,' said he, 'for fear I do you a mischief.' So then down he pops on his knees in a corner and turns his back on me, like an ignorant brute that he is.”
“Never mind, Fry, I'll break him.”
“I suppose we shall see you in the prison soon, shan't we, sir? The place looks strange to me without you.”
“By-and-by—by-and-by. This confounded book sticks to me like a leech. How far had you got when you lent it me?”
“Got just to the most interesting part,” said Fry dolefully, “where he comes under a chap called Legree; and then you took it away.”