Sam had no spectacles. He
endeavoured, however, to smile quietly.
"Don't laugh at me!" roared Mr. Bennett.
"I'm not laughing at you."
"You are!"
"I'm not!"
"Well, don't then!" said Mr. Bennett. He glowered at his young
companion. "I don't know why I'm wasting my time, talking to you. The
position is clear to the meanest intelligence. You cannot have any
difficulty in understanding it. I have no objection to you
personally...."
"Come, this is better!" said Sam.
"I don't know you well enough to have any objection to you or any
opinion of you at all. This is the first time I have ever met you in my
life."
"Mark you," said Sam. "I think I am one of those fellows who grow on
people...."
"As far as I am concerned, you simply do not exist. You may be the
noblest character in London or you may be wanted by the police. I don't
know. And I don't care. It doesn't matter to me. You mean nothing in my
life. I don't know you."
"You must persevere," said Sam. "You must buckle to and get to know me.
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