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But you will get
over these, my boy; you will get over these; and when you are famous and
celebrated, as I know you will be, will you remember your old tutor and
the happy early days of your youth?"
Pen swore he would: with another shake of the hand across the glasses and
apricots. "I shall never forget how kind you have been to me, Smirke," he
said. "I don't know what I should have done without you. You are my best
friend."
"Am I, really, Arthur?" said Smirke, looking through his spectacles; and
his heart began to beat so that he thought Pen must almost hear it
throbbing.
"My best friend, my friend for ever," Pen said. "God bless you, old boy,"
and he drank up the last glass of the second bottle of the famous wine
which his father had laid in, which his uncle had bought, which Lord
Levant had imported, and which now, like a slave indifferent, was
ministering pleasure to its present owner, and giving its young master
delectation.
"We'll have another bottle, old boy," Pen said, "by Jove we will.
Hurray!--claret goes for nothing.


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