'
'Lookee, rascal,' said Hugh, contracting his brows, 'I'm not altogether
such a shallow blade but I know you expected to get something by it, or
you wouldn't have done it. But it's done, and you're here, and it will
soon be all over with you and me; and I'd as soon die as live, or live
as die. Why should I trouble myself to have revenge on you? To eat, and
drink, and go to sleep, as long as I stay here, is all I care for. If
there was but a little more sun to bask in, than can find its way into
this cursed place, I'd lie in it all day, and not trouble myself to sit
or stand up once. That's all the care I have for myself. Why should I
care for YOU?'
Finishing this speech with a growl like the yawn of a wild beast, he
stretched himself upon the bench again, and closed his eyes once more.
After looking at him in silence for some moments, Dennis, who was
greatly relieved to find him in this mood, drew the chair towards his
rough couch and sat down near him--taking the precaution, however, to
keep out of the range of his brawny arm.
'Well said, brother; nothing could be better said,' he ventured to
observe. 'We'll eat and drink of the best, and sleep our best, and make
the best of it every way.
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