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"Rather when the frost is on it, and the worm is in the core, and decay
has progressed to rottenness! Speak you in this way to the hungry boy,
whose eyes have long anticipated his appetite, and he may listen to you
and be patient--I neither can nor will. Look to it, Munro: I will not
much longer submit to be imposed upon."
"Nor I, Guy Rivers. You forget yourself greatly, and entirely mistake
me, when you take these airs upon you. You are feverish now, and I will
not suffer myself to grow angry; but be prudent in your speech. We shall
see to all this to-morrow and the next day--there is quite time
enough--when we are both cooler and calmer than at present. The night is
something too warm for deliberation; and it is well we say no more on
the one subject till we learn the course of the other. The hour is late,
and we had best retire. In the morning I shall ride to hear old Parson
Witter, in company with the old woman and Lucy. Ride along with us, and
we shall be able better to understand one another.
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