"I've changed my mind," he said; "I want to look at the letter again." "You had better not," Lemuel persisted.

"Morphew's going to write a book against you--and he asks me to get it published at our place.

I'm on his side, you know; I shall do my best to help him; I can lay my hand on literary fellows who will lick his style into shape--it will be an awful exposure!" Benjulia still held out his hand.

With over-acted reluctance, Lemuel unbuttoned his coat.

The distant dog barked again as he gave the letter back.