Simon's quarrel with me," said
I, "you would be yet the more affronted to be mingled up with such
affairs."
He swore he could well believe it; that all the Lovats were made of
the same meal and the devil was the miller that ground that; then
suddenly shaking me by the hand, he vowed I was a pretty enough
fellow after all, that it was a thousand pities I had been
neglected, and that if he could find the time, he would give an eye
himself to have me educated.
"You can do me a better service than even what you propose," said
I; and when he had asked its nature--"Come with me to the house of
one of my enemies, and testify how I have carried myself this day,"
I told him. "That will be the true service. For though he has
sent me a gallant adversary for the first, the thought in Mr.
Simon's mind is merely murder. There will be a second and then a
third; and by what you have seen of my cleverness with the cold
steel, you can judge for yourself what is like to be the upshot."
"And I would not like it myself, if I was no more of a man than
what you wass!" he cried.
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