'Attend to me,' said Ralph, bending forward a little.
Squeers nodded.
'I am not to suppose,' said Ralph, 'that you are dolt enough to forgive
or forget, very readily, the violence that was committed upon you, or
the exposure which accompanied it?'
'Devil a bit,' replied Squeers, tartly.
'Or to lose an opportunity of repaying it with interest, if you could
get one?' said Ralph.
'Show me one, and try,' rejoined Squeers.
'Some such object it was, that induced you to call on me?' said Ralph,
raising his eyes to the schoolmaster's face.
'N-n-no, I don't know that,' replied Squeers. 'I thought that if it
was in your power to make me, besides the trifle of money you sent, any
compensation--'
'Ah!' cried Ralph, interrupting him. 'You needn't go on.'
After a long pause, during which Ralph appeared absorbed in
contemplation, he again broke silence by asking:
'Who is this boy that he took with him?'
Squeers stated his name.
'Was he young or old, healthy or sickly, tractable or rebellious? Speak
out, man,' retorted Ralph.
'Why, he wasn't young,' answered Squeers; 'that is, not young for a boy,
you know.
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