The Cash Boy by Horatio Alger
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sneer.
"I don't mean to," said Frank, firmly. "I demand an explanation. How long do you intend to keep me here?" "I am sorry I can't gratify your curiosity, but I don't know myself." "Perhaps you think that I am rich, but I am not. I have no money. You can't get anything out of me," said Frank. "That may be so, but I shall keep you." "I suppose that was all a lie about your keeping store?" "It was a pretty little story, told for your amusement, my dear boy," said Graves. "I was afraid you wouldn't come without it." "You are a villain!" said Frank. "Look here, boy," said Graves, in a different tone, his face darkening, "you had better not talk in that way. I advise you to eat your dinner and be quiet. Some supper will be brought to you before night." So saying, he abruptly closed the slide, and descended the stairs, leaving Frank to his reflections, which it may be supposed, were not of the pleasantest character. Frank did not allow his unpleasant situation to take away his appetite, and though he was fully determined to make the earliest possible attempt to escape, he was sensible enough first to eat the food which his jailer |
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