I said you
never could be got to understand whose was whose. I
had to say that because of some entries in the books---
-"
"For God's sake," I cried, "put me out of this agony!
What did you accuse me of?"
"Accuse you of?" repeated Jim. "Of what I'm telling
you. And there being no deed of partnership, I made
out you were only a kind of clerk that I called a
partner just to give you taffy; and so I got you ranked
a creditor on the estate for your wages and the money
you had lent. And----"
I believe I reeled. "A creditor!" I roared; "a
creditor! I'm not in the bankruptcy at all?"
"No," said Jim. "I know it was a liberty----"
"O, damn your liberty! read that," I cried, dashing the
letter before him on the table, "and call in your wife,
and be done with eating this truck "--as I spoke I
slung the cold mutton in the empty grate--"and let's
all go and have a champagne supper. I've dined--I'm
sure I don't remember what I had; I'd dine again ten
scores of times upon a night like this. Read it, you
blazing ass! I'm not insane.
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