The Little Savage by Frederick Marryat
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I can to help you, but if you will not, thank yourself for what may
happen. Recollect, I am master now; so take your choice." "Well," replied he slowly, "it's a judgment upon me, and I must agree to it. I will do what you wish." "Well, then, to begin," said I, "I have often asked you what your name was, and what was mine. I must call you something, and Master I will not, for I am master now. What is your name?" He groaned, ground his teeth, and then said, "Edward Jackson." "Edward Jackson! very well; and my name?" "No, I cannot bear the name. I cannot say it," replied he, angrily. "Be it so," replied I. "Then I leave you." "Will you bring me some water for my eyes? they burn," said he. "No, I will not, nor anything else, unless you tell me my name." "Frank Henniker--and curses on it." "Frank Henniker. Well, now you shall have the water." I went out, filled a kid, and put it by his side, "There is the water, Jackson; if you want anything, call me. I shall be outside." |
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