And you, as poor as herself, a boy of fifteen--well, sixteen, if you insist--and a boy who ought to be attached to your uncle as to your father'-- 'And so I am,' said I.
'And this is the return you make him for his kindness! Didn't he harbour you in his house when you were an orphan, and hasn't he given you rent-free your fine mansion of Barryville yonder?
And now, when his affairs can be put into order, and a chance offers for his old age to be made comfortable, who flings himself in the way of him and competence ?--You, of all others; the man in the world most obliged to him.

It's wicked, ungrateful, unnatural.

From a lad of such spirit as you are, I expect a truer courage.' 'I am not afraid of any man alive,' exclaimed I (for this latter part of the Captain's argument had rather staggered me, and I wished, of course, to turn it--as one always should when the enemy's too strong); 'and it's _I_ am the injured man, Captain Fagan.

No man was ever, since the world began, treated so.

Look here--look at this riband.