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a€˜Brother,a€™ cried the hangman, as, following an officer, he traversed under these novel circumstances the remains of passages with which he was well acquainted, a€˜am I going to be along with anybody?a€™
a€˜If youa€™d have left more walls standing, youa€™d have been alone,a€™ was the reply. a€˜As it is, wea€™re cramped for room, and youa€™ll have company.a€™
a€˜Well,a€™ returned Dennis, a€˜I dona€™t object to company, brother. I rather like company. I was formed for society, I was.a€™
a€˜Thata€™s rather a pity, ana€™t it?a€™ said the man.
a€˜No,a€™ answered Dennis, a€˜Ia€™m not aware that it is. Why should it be a pity, brother?a€™
a€˜Oh! I dona€™t know,a€™ said the man carelessly. a€˜I thought that was what you meant. Being formed for society, and being cut off in your flower, you knowa€"a€™
a€˜I say,a€™ interposed the other quickly, a€˜what are you talking of? Dona€™t. Whoa€™s a-going to be cut off in their flowers?a€™
a€˜Oh, nobody particular. I thought you was, perhaps,a€™ said the man.
Mr Dennis wiped his face, which had suddenly grown very hot, and remarking in a tremulous voice to his conductor that he had always been fond of his joke, followed him in silence until he stopped at a door.
a€˜This is my quarters, is it?a€™ he asked facetiously.
a€˜This is the shop, sir,a€™ replied his friend.
He was walking in, but not with the best possible grace, when he suddenly stopped, and started back.
a€˜Halloa!a€™ said the officer. a€˜Youa€™re nervous.a€™
a€˜Nervous!a€™ whispered Dennis in great alarm. a€˜Well I may be. Shut the door.a€™
a€˜I will, when youa€™re in,a€™ returned the man.
a€˜But I cana€™t go in there,a€™ whispered Dennis. a€˜I cana€™t be shut up with that man. Do you want me to be throttled, brother?a€™
The officer seemed to entertain no particular desire on the subject one way or other, but briefly remarking that he had his orders, and intended to obey them, pushed him in, turned the key, and retired.
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