As if I didn't know that!' 'Who's been putting that into your head ?' No scruple prevented the lad from breaking a promise he had made to Mr.
Keene, the journalist, when the latter explained to him the disposition of the deceased Richard Mutimer's estate; it was only that he preferred to get himself credit for acuteness.
'Why, you don't think I was to be kept in the dark about a thing like that?
It's just like you to want to make a fellow sweat the flesh off his bones when all the time there's a fortune waiting for him.

What have I got to work for, I'd like to know?
I don't just see the fun of it, and you wouldn't neither, in my case.

You've took jolly good care you don't work yourself, trust you! I ain't a-going to work no more, so there it is, plain and flat.' Richard was not prepared for this; he could not hit at once on a new course of procedure, and probably it was the uncertainty revealed in his countenance that brought 'Arry to a pitch of boldness not altogether premeditated.

The lad came from the window, thrust his hands more firmly into his pockets and stood prepared to do battle for his freeman's rights It is not every day that a youth of his stamp finds himself gloriously capable of renouncing work.

There was something like a glow of conscious virtue on his face.
'You're not going to work any more, eh ?' said his brother, half to himself.