I have no power at all; I needn't tell you that; but I
have an excellent will; and if I could ever be of use to you, in any way
whatever, how very glad I should be!'
'Thank you,' said Martin, shaking his hand. 'You're a good fellow, upon
my word, and speak very kindly. Of course you know,' he added, after a
moment's pause, as he drew his chair towards the fire again, 'I should
not hesitate to avail myself of your services if you could help me at
all; but mercy on us!'--Here he rumpled his hair impatiently with his
hand, and looked at Tom as if he took it rather ill that he was not
somebody else--'you might as well be a toasting-fork or a frying-pan,
Pinch, for any help you can render me.'
'Except in the inclination,' said Tom, gently.
'Oh! to be sure. I meant that, of course. If inclination went for
anything, I shouldn't want help. I tell you what you may do, though, if
you will, and at the present moment too.'
'What is that?' demanded Tom.
'Read to me.'
'I shall be delighted,' cried Tom, catching up the candle with
enthusiasm. 'Excuse my leaving you in the dark a moment, and I'll fetch
a book directly.
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