'Very good, sir,' returned Mark. 'I'm glad to hear it, because if you
don't mean to let me go, you'll be more comfortable, perhaps, on account
of thinking so. Therefore I contradict no gentleman. But all I say is,
that if I don't emigrate to America in that case, in the beastliest old
cockle-shell as goes out of port, I'm--'
'You don't mean what you say, I'm sure,' said Martin.
'Yes I do,' cried Mark.
'I tell you I know better,' rejoined Martin.
'Very good, sir,' said Mark, with the same air of perfect satisfaction.
'Let it stand that way at present, sir, and wait and see how it turns
out. Why, love my heart alive! the only doubt I have is, whether there's
any credit in going with a gentleman like you, that's as certain to make
his way there as a gimlet is to go through soft deal.'
This was touching Martin on his weak point, and having him at a great
advantage. He could not help thinking, either, what a brisk fellow this
Mark was, and how great a change he had wrought in the atmosphere of the
dismal little room already.
'Why, certainly, Mark,' he said, 'I have hopes of doing well there, or I
shouldn't go.
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