Well, you are
considerate enough, God knows, of those dirty brats and ignorant
louts--coddling that girl, Rebecca, who is a good-hearted creature
enough, but not fit for respectable people to touch their hands to; and
associating with such conceited boors as that George Olver, and that
grinning clown, Harvey, and that poor fool, Lovell Barlow, and that
what-d'ye-call him--that fiddling young devil with the bird-like
name----"
Mr. Rollin stopped suddenly.
"You might make allowances for a man in a passion," he said; "instead of
dissecting his words in that cold-blooded way."
"I had no notion of dissecting your words," I said, provoked into a
desperate honesty; "I believe them, as a whole, to be utterly false."
"From the very beginning," said Mr. Rollin; "thank you; so I can begin
all over again; meanwhile,--you will forgive me? Imagine that I'm one of
those dirty little beggars that go to school to you. If one of them
should come to you and say that he was sorry?--"
"I should only be intensely surprised," I said; "they never do such
things."
"Then I have a superior claim on your clemency," said the fisherman; "for
I am sorry and humiliate my soul to the lowest depths of the
confessional.
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