Carpenter, tell me,
do I git de contract?"
Carpenter had had his jest, and was through with it. He answered,
gravely: "You must understand me, Mr. T-S. You don't want a contract
with me."
"I don't?"
"If I were to sign it, it would not be a week before you would be
sorry, and would be asking me to release you."
"Vy is dat, Mr. Carpenter?"
"Because I am going to do things which will make me quite useless to
you in a business way."
"Dat can't be true, Mr. Carpenter!"
"It is true, and you will realize it soon. I assure you, it won't be
a day before you will be ashamed of having known me."
T-S was gazing at the speaker, not certain whether this was
something very terrible, or only a polite evasion. "Mr. Carpenter,"
he answered, "if all de vorld vas to give you up, I vouldn't!"
Said Carpenter: "I tell you, before the cock crows again, you will
deny three times that you know me." And then, without awaiting
response from the amazed T-S, he turned to speak to the man on the
other side of him.
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