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The Girl on the Boat - Penn State University

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“What do you mean, be very careful?” said Mr.<br />

Bennett.<br />

“I’m dashed if I know,” said Sam frankly. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> questi<strong>on</strong><br />

struck him as a mean attack. He w<strong>on</strong>dered how<br />

Widgery would have met it. Probably by smiling quietly<br />

and polishing his spectacles. Sam had no spectacles.<br />

He endeavoured, however, to smile quietly.<br />

“D<strong>on</strong>’t laugh at me!” roared Mr. Bennett.<br />

“I’m not laughing at you.”<br />

“You are!”<br />

“I’m not! I’m smiling quietly.”<br />

“Well, d<strong>on</strong>’t <strong>the</strong>n!” said Mr. Bennett. He glowered at his<br />

young compani<strong>on</strong>. “I d<strong>on</strong>’t know why I’m wasting my<br />

time, talking to you. <str<strong>on</strong>g>The</str<strong>on</strong>g> positi<strong>on</strong> is clear to <strong>the</strong> meanest<br />

intelligence. I have no objecti<strong>on</strong> to you pers<strong>on</strong>ally ….”<br />

“Come, this is better!” said Sam.<br />

“I d<strong>on</strong>’t know you well enough to have any objecti<strong>on</strong><br />

to you or any opini<strong>on</strong> of you at all. This is <strong>on</strong>ly <strong>the</strong><br />

sec<strong>on</strong>d time I have ever met you in my life.”<br />

“Mark you,” said Sam, “I think I am <strong>on</strong>e of those<br />

fellows who grow <strong>on</strong> people ….”<br />

P. G. Wodehouse<br />

147<br />

“As far as I am c<strong>on</strong>cerned, you simply do not exist.<br />

You may be <strong>the</strong> noblest character in L<strong>on</strong>d<strong>on</strong> or you<br />

may be wanted by <strong>the</strong> police. I d<strong>on</strong>’t know. And I d<strong>on</strong>’t<br />

care. It doesn’t matter to me. You mean nothing in my<br />

life. I d<strong>on</strong>’t know you.”<br />

“You must persevere,” said Sam. “You must buckle<br />

to and get to know me. D<strong>on</strong>’t give <strong>the</strong> thing up in this<br />

half-hearted way. Everything has to have a beginning.<br />

Stick to it, and in a week or two you will find yourself<br />

knowing me quite well.”<br />

“I d<strong>on</strong>’t want to know you!”<br />

“You say that now, but wait!”<br />

“And thank goodness I have not got to!” exploded<br />

Mr. Bennett, ceasing to be calm and reas<strong>on</strong>able with a<br />

suddenness which affected Sam much as though half a<br />

pound of gunpowder had been touched off under his<br />

chair. “For <strong>the</strong> little I have seen of you has been quite<br />

enough! Kindly understand that my daughter is engaged<br />

to be married to ano<strong>the</strong>r man, and that I do not<br />

wish to see or hear anything of you again! I shall try to<br />

forget your very existence, and I shall see to it that

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