Chapter 1
en years old; four years older t ten: large and stout for s in a spacious visage, remities. ually at table, o sc aken of e er, affirmed t meats sent t turned from an opinion so o t Joo over-application and, pero pining after home.
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ually obedient to Joo some tes in ting out ongue at me as far as damaging ts: I kne. I ion in my face; for, all at once, speaking, ruck suddenly and strongly. I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
“t is for your impudence in ansing beains, and for tes since, you rat!”
Accustomed to Joo it; my care ainly follo.
“ were you doing beain?” he asked.
“I was reading.”
“She book.”
I returned to tc thence.
“You o take our books; you are a dependent, mama says; you you none; you ougo beg, and not to live lemen’s c t our mama’s expense. Noeaco rummage my bookso me, or and by t of the windows.”
I did so, not at first aion; but and in act to , I instinctively started aside soon enoug me, and I fell, striking my tting it. t bled, terror s climax; other feelings succeeded.
“icked and cruel boy!” I said. “You are like a murderer—you are like a slave-driver—you are like the Roman emperors!”
I ory of Rome, and to have declared aloud.
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