Vol.1 f.038 recto

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"I don't," said Joe.
"No!" cried Gabriel.
"No. He struck me with his whip, the coward, when he was mounted and I afoot, and I should be better pleased that he turned out what I think him."
"And what may that be, Joe?"
"No good, Mr Varden. You may shake your head, father, but I say no good, and will say no good, and I would say no good a hundred times over, if that would bring him back to have the drubbing he deserves."
"Hold your tongue, sir," said John Willet.
"I won’t, father. It’s all along of you that he ventured to do what he did. Seeing me treated like a child, and put down like a fool, [1he]1 plucks up a heart and has a fling at a fellow that he thinks[dash]and may well think too -- hasn't a grain of spirit. But he's mistaken, as I'll show him, and as I'll show all of you before long."
"Does the boy know what he's a saying of!" cried the astonished John Willet.
"Father," returned Joe, "I know what I say and mean, well -- better than you do when you hear me. I can bear with you, but I cannot bear the contempt that your treating me in the way you do, brings upon me from others every day. Look at other young men of my age. Have they no liberty, no will, no right to speak? Are they obliged to sit mumchance, and to be