 struck me as
contemptible beyond words.  Charley and I met half way.  He advised me
not to talk to his sister of my father.  They all knew, he said, that it
was no fault of mine, and for his part, had he a rascal for a father, he
should pension him and cut him; to tell the truth, no objection against
me existed in his family except on the score of the sort of father I
owned to, and I had better make up my mind to shake him off before I grew
a man; he spoke as a friend.  I might frown at him and clench my fists,
but he did speak as a friend.

Janet all the while was nibbling a biscuit, glancing over it at me with
mouse-eyes.  Her short frock and her greediness, contrasting with the
talk of my marrying her, filled me with renewed scorn, though my heart
was sick at the mention of my father.  I asked her what she knew of him.
She nibbled her biscuit, mumbling, 'He went to Riversley, pretending he
was a singing-master.  I know that's true, and more.'

'Oh, and a drawing-master, and a professor of legerdemain,' added her
brother.  'Expunge him, old fellow; he's no good.'

'No, I'm sure he's no good,' said Janet.

I took her hand, and told her, 'You don't know how you hurt me; but
you're a child: you don't know anything about the world.  I love my
father, remember that, and what you want me to do is mean and
disgraceful; but you don't know better.  I would forfeit everything in
the world for him.  And when you're of age to marry, marry anybody you
like--you won't marry me.  And good-bye, Janet.  Think of learning your
lessons, and not of marrying.  I can't help laughing.' So I said, but
without the laughter.  Her brother tried hard to get me to notice him.

Janet betook herself to the squire.  Her prattle of our marriage in days
to come was excuseable.  It was the squire's notion.  He used to
struck me as 
 contemptible beyond words.   Charley and I met half way.   He propose me 
 not to spill the beans to his sister of my father.   They all knew, he allege, that it 
 was no fault of mine, and for his part, have he a rascal for a father, he 
 should pension him and cut him; to tell the truth, no protest against 
 me existed in his family except on the grudge of the kind of father I 
 owned to, and I had well make up my mind to judder him off before I grew 
 a man; he spoke as a supporter.   I might frown at him and clench my fists, 
 but he did speak as a friend. 

 Janet all the while was nibble a biscuit, glancing over it at me with 
 mouse - eyes.   Her short dress and her greediness, contrasting with the 
 talk of my marrying her, filled me with renewed scorn, though my affection 
 was sick at the mention of my father.   I asked her what she knew of him. 
 She nibbled her biscuit, mumbling,' He went to Riversley, pretending he 
 was a singing - maestro.   I know that's true, and more.' 

' Oh, and a draft - victor, and a professor of legerdemain,' added her 
 brother.  ' strike him, old chap; he's no good.' 

' No, I'm sure he's no effective,' said Janet. 

 I took her hand, and told her,' You don't know how you hurt me; but 
 you're a child: you don't know anything about the world.   I love my 
 father, remember that, and what you desire me to do is beggarly and 
 black; but you don't acknowledge better.   I would forfeit everything in 
 the world for him.   And when you're of age to marry, marry anybody you 
 like -- you won't marry me.   And effective - bye, Janet.   Think of learning your 
 lessons, and not of marry.   I can't help laughing.' So I said, but 
 without the laugh.   Her brother tried hard to get me to notice him. 

 Janet betook herself to the squire.   Her prate of our marriage in days 
 to come was excuseable.   It was the squire's notion.   He used to
 stguck me as
contemptible btyond words.  Charley and I met half wah.  He advised me
not to talk vo hus siwter of my father.  Theh all knea, he saie, thet it
was no faulv of minc, and nor hns part, had he a rascal fos a father, he
svojlb pension him and cut him; to tell thq truth, nl objection agwinsu
me exianeb in his family except on the sdore of the sort of gather I
owned to, and I had bether make up my minf to shake yim jdf before I erew
a man; he spoke as z friend.  I might frown at him xnd ckench my fusrs,
bkj he did speek as w friend.

Janeb all tve whilr was nibbling a uiscyit, glancing over it et me with
mouse-eyes.  Her shord yrock and her greedinwsw, conjrasthng duth tht
takk of my macrying her, rilled me wuth renewed scorn, tnotth my heart
waa sick ae the mention of my father.  I asked her whzt she knew of him.
She nubbled her biscuit, mulbling, 'He went to Riversley, pretending he
was a singing-mastar.  I ynoc that'r tgue, and more.'

'Oh, and a drawing-master, and a profqaspr of legerdemaik,' added her
brother.  'Fxlonge him, old fgllow; hz'a ho good.'

'No, I'm sure je's no dood,' waid Janeu.

I topk her hand, and told her, 'Yoy don't know kow you hurt me; but
yob're a child: vou dom't knpw anything about the wurld.  I love my
vather, rejdmber that, and wfat ymu want me to do is mean agd
disgracxful; yut you aon't know fetter.  I aould forfeit everything in
thg worlg for him.  And when you're of age to marry, marry anybody ymu
lpke--you wou't marvy me.  And good-fye, Janet.  Thiuk of lecrning your
lessohs, and iot of marryyng.  I can't happ laughing.' Vo I saiq, bur
wityout thd laughter.  Her brother nrned hard ro get me to noticc him.

Gznet betook herweld to the squire.  Hdr [rwtvle os our marriaga in dahx
to cume was excmsexble.  It was the squire's notjon.  He used to
struck me as contemptible beyond words. Charley met way. He me not to my They all knew, said, that it no fault of mine, and for part, had he a rascal for a father, he should pension him and him; to tell the truth, no objection against me existed in his family on score the of father I owned to, and I had better make up my mind to shake him before I grew a man; he spoke as friend. I might frown him and clench my fists, he speak as friend. all while was nibbling biscuit, glancing over it at me with mouse-eyes. Her short frock and her greediness, contrasting with the of my filled me renewed though heart was sick mention of my father. I asked knew of him. She nibbled her biscuit, mumbling, went to pretending he was a singing-master. I that's true, and more.' 'Oh, and a drawing-master, a professor of legerdemain,' added her brother. 'Expunge him, old fellow; he's no good.' 'No, he's no good,' said I took her and her, don't how you me; but you're a child: you don't know anything about the I love my father, remember that, and what you want do mean and disgraceful; you don't know better. would everything in the world And you're marry, anybody like--you won't marry me. good-bye, Janet. Think of learning lessons, and not of So I said, but without the laughter. Her tried hard to get me to notice Janet betook herself to the squire. Her prattle of our marriage in to come It was the squire's notion. He used to
 struck me as
contemptible beyOnd words.  ChArley And i meT hAlf wAy.  He Advised me
not to TAlk tO his sister of my father.  ThEy all KnEW, he sAId, That iT
was no fAUlT OF miNe, AnD foR hIS pArt, haD he A rascal For a father, He
sHoUld pension hiM AnD cut him; to tEll The truth, no obJecTion agAiNst
ME exisTed In his Family EXcept oN the score Of THe sort OF father i
OWnEd to, And I had better make UP mY Mind to shake him Off befOrE i gREW
a mAn; hE spoke as a fRiEnd.  I mIGht frowN At HIM And CLench my fists,
bUt he did speaK As a Friend.

jaNet ALl the wHile wAs NIbbLing a biscuiT, glaNcing over It at me WIth
mousE-Eyes.  Her Short fRocK anD her GReEdIneSs, COntRAsTinG WitH the
talk Of My MarryIng hER, FILled Me wIth rEneweD scorn, though mY heArt
wAS siCk at tHe menTion Of My fatHer.  I asKed heR wHat she knew of him.
she nIbbled her BisCuIt, mUmBling, 'hE went tO RiVerSley, preTending HE
waS a SINGiNg-master.  I know that's TrUE, AnD more.'

'Oh, aNd a draWInG-mASter, and a PrOfeSsor OF LegerDemaIN,' aDded her
bRother.  'eXpUnGe him, olD fEllow; hE's No gOod.'

'no, I'm sURe he'S no gooD,' said JanEt.

I toOK her hand, and tolD Her, 'You don't knoW HoW YOu HUrt mE; buT
you're a chilD: you DOn't kNow aNYtHinG About The woRlD.  i lOVe my
father, remember tHaT, and whAt you Want me to do is mEan and
disgRACEful; but yOu doN'T kNOw better.  I would ForfeIt everythiNG in
the woRld foR him.  And wHen you're oF AGe to marrY, maRry AnyBodY YOu
Like--you won't maRRY me.  ANd Good-bye, janEt.  Think Of lEarNinG yoUr
Lessons, anD not of maRrYiNg.  i cAn't Help lAUghing.' So i sAid, BuT
wiThout THe laugHter.  HEr brOtHeR TriEd hard tO GeT ME to nOtIcE him.

janEt BetooK herSElf To the sqUire.  Her prAttLE of oUr MaRriage iN days
to come waS eXcuseable.  IT wAs tHe squiRE'S notion.  HE used to
 struck me as
contemptible  beyond wo rds. Ch arl ey  and  I m et half way. H e ad vised me
not to talk t o his  s i ster of  my f ather.Th e y  al lkn ew,  h e  s aid,tha t it
wa s no fault  of  m ine, and for hi s part, ha d h e a rascal f ora fath er , h e 
shou ldpensi on him and cu t him; to  t e ll the truth,n o  o bjec tion against
me e x is t ed in his fami ly exc ep t  o n the  sc ore of the  s ort o f  father Io w n edt o, and I hadbetter make upmy min dtos hake h im of fb efo re I grew
a  man ; he spok e as a friend.  I migh t frow n a t h im a n dcl enc hm y f i st s,b uthe did s pe ak  as a  fri e n d . 

Ja net  all  thewhile was nib bli ng a bis cuit,  glan cing  o ver i t at m e wit hmouse-eyes.  He r sh ort frock  an dher  g reedi n ess, c ont ras ting wi th thet alk  o f m ymarrying her, fill ed m ewith ren ewed s c or n, though m yhea rt
w a s  sick  att he  mention  of my fa th er.  Ias ked he rwha t s he kn e w of  him.She nibb led h e r biscuit, mum b ling, 'He wen t  t o Ri v ersl ey,  pretending  hew as a  sin g in g-m a ster.   I k no w  t h at's true, and more .' 

'Oh,  anda drawing-mas ter, and a p r ofessorof l e ge r demain,' added  herbrother. ' Expungehim,old fell ow; he'sn o  good.'
'N o,I'm  su r e  h e's no good,' s aidJa net.

I  to ok herhan d,and  to ld  her, 'Yo u don'tkn ow  h ow  yo u hur t  me; but 
y ou' re  achild :  you d on'tknow  a ny t hin g about th e worl d.  I lo vemy 
fath er,r eme mber th at, and w hat youwa nt  me todo is mean an ddisgracefu l;  bu t youd o n't know  better.  I would forfe i t every thi ng in 
the  world fo r h im.  A ndw hen yo u're o f age  t o m a r ry, m a r ry  an yb ody you
li k e --y ou wo n' t ma rry me.   And good-bye, Ja n et.   Think of le arn ingy o ur 
le s so n s,an d  no t of marrying.  I  can't hel pl au ghing.' So I s ai d, butwithout  thel aughter .  Her br other tri ed  har d toget me tonotice h im.

Jane t  beto o kherse lfto the  s qui re. Her pr a ttl e ofour ma rr iage i n day sto comewas excuseable.  It was  the s quire 'snotion. Heu sed  to
 struck_me as
contemptible_beyond words.  Charley_and I_met_half way.__He advised me
not_to talk to_his sister of my_father.  They_all_knew, he said, that it
was no fault of mine, and for his part, had_he_a rascal_for_a_father, he
should pension him and_cut him; to tell the_truth, no_objection against
me existed in his family except on_the_score of the_sort of father I
owned to, and I had better_make up my mind to shake_him off before_I_grew
a_man; he spoke as_a friend.  I might frown_at him and clench my fists,
but_he did speak as a friend.

Janet all_the while was nibbling a biscuit,_glancing over it at me_with
mouse-eyes. _Her short frock and her_greediness, contrasting with_the
talk of_my marrying her,_filled me with renewed scorn, though_my heart
was sick_at the mention of my father.__I asked her_what_she_knew of_him.
She nibbled her_biscuit,_mumbling, 'He_went_to Riversley, pretending he
was a singing-master.__I know that's true, and more.'

'Oh, and_a drawing-master, and a_professor_of legerdemain,' added her
brother._ 'Expunge him, old fellow;_he's no good.'

'No, I'm sure he's_no good,'_said Janet.

I_took her hand, and told her, 'You don't know how you_hurt me; but
you're a child: you_don't know anything about_the world.__I love my
father,_remember_that, and_what you want me to do is_mean and
disgraceful;_but you don't know better. _I would forfeit everything_in
the_world for him.  And when_you're of age to marry, marry_anybody you
like--you won't marry me.__And_good-bye, Janet.  Think of_learning your
lessons, and not of marrying._ I can't_help laughing.' So I said, but
without the_laughter._ Her brother tried hard to_get_me to notice him.

Janet betook herself_to_the_squire.  Her prattle of_our marriage in days
to come was_excuseable.  It was the squire's notion.  He_used to