I have never wished to be dependent on you, or to have anything to do with a business carried on as Meeson's is.

I have a hundred a year my mother left me, and with the help of that and my education, I hope to make a living.

Still, I don't want to part from you in anger, because you have been very kind to me at times, and, as you remind me, you picked me out of the gutter when I was orphaned or not far from it.

So I hope you will shake hands before I go." "Ah!" snarled his uncle; "you want to pipe down now, do you?
But that won't do.

Off you go! and mind you don't set foot in Pompadour Hall," Mr.
Meeson's seat, "unless it is to get your clothes.