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"Though I've often thought the 'Greyhound' at Croydon would be a

comfortable house to own"

"Buy whichever you choose, father, it will be all one to me!"

"Good lad!" nodded John, "you can leave it all to Natty Bell an'his father across the table,

"you see I intend to go away, sir"

"Eh?" exclaio ahere to?"

"To London!"

"London? and what should you want in London--a slip of a lad like you?"

"I'm turned twenty-two, father!"

"And what should a slip of a lad of twenty-tant in London? You

leave London alone, Barnabas London indeed! what should you want

wi' London?"

"Learn to be a gentleman"

"A--what?" As he spoke, John Barty rose up out of his chair, his

eyes wide, his ape with utter astonishment As he

encountered his son's look, however, his expression slowly changed

fro ridicule, and

froer John Barty was a very tall man, broad

and massive, but, even so, he had to look up to Barnabas as they

faced each other across the table And as they stood thus eye to eye,

the resemblance between them was marked Each possessed the sa eyes, the sarim prominence of chin; but there all likeness ended In Barnabas

the high carriage of the head, the soft brilliancy of the full,