"I tell you I don't want you.

Go downstairs and mind the shop." "It's not open yet, sir," remonstrated Mr.Tulliver.
"Then it ought to be.

I'll have no idling and shirking because I'm ill.
Go down and take down the shutters directly.

Let the business go on just as if I was there to watch it." "I'm going, sir," whimpered the young man; "but it does seem rather a poor return after having served you as I have, and loved you as if you'd been my own father." "Very much men love their fathers now-a-days! I didn't ask you to love me, did I?
or hire you for that, or pay you for it?
Pshaw, man, I know you.

You wanted my money like the rest of them, and I didn't mind your thinking there was a chance of your getting it.