Country life -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Rural poor -- England -- Fiction
'I don't doubt it, Paul; but you are meant for other things, if not
better. There are plenty of smaller men than you to do that work.
Do you think that God would have given you that strength, that
brain, to waste on a work which could be done without them? Those
limbs would certainly be good capital for you, if you turned a live
model at the Academy. Perhaps you'd better be mine; but you can't
even be that if you go to Manchester.'
The giant looked hopelessly down at his huge limbs. 'Well! God
only knows what use they are of just now. But as for the brains,
sir--in much learning is much sorrow. One had much better work than
read, I find. If I read much more about what men might be, and are
not, and what English soil might be, and is not, I shall go mad.
And that puts me in mind of one thing I came here for, though, like
a poor rude country fellow as I am, I clean forgot it a thinking of-
-Look here, sir; you've given me a sight of books in my time, and
God bless you for it. But now I hear that--that you are determined
to be a poor man like us; and that you shan't be, while Paul
Tregarva has ought of yours. So I've just brought all the books
back, and there they lie in the hall; and may God reward you for the
loan of them to his poor child! And so, sir, farewell;' and he rose
to go.
'No, Paul; the books and you shall never part.'
'And I say, sir, the books and you shall never part.'
'Then we two can never part'--and a sudden impulse flashed over him-
-'and we will not part, Paul! The only man whom I utterly love, and
trust, and respect on the face of God's earth, is you; and I cannot
lose sight of you. If we are to earn our bread, let us earn it
together; if we are to endure poverty, and sorrow, and struggle to
find out the way of bettering these wretched millions round us, let
us learn our lesson together, and help each other to spell it out.'
'Do you mean what you say?' asked Paul slowly.
'I do.'
'Then I say what you say. Where thou goest, I will go; and where
thou lodgest, I will lodge. Come what will, I will be your servant,
for good luck or bad, for ever.'
'My equal, Paul, not my servant.'
'I know my place, sir. When I am as learned and as well-bred as
you, I shall not refuse to call myself your equal; and the sooner
that day comes, the better I shall be pleased. Till then I am your
friend and your brother; but I am your scholar too, and I shall not
set up myself against my master.'
'I have learnt more of you, Paul, than ever you have learnt of me.
But be it as you will; only whatever you may call yourself, we must
eat at the same table, live in the same room, and share alike all
this world's good things--or we shall have no right to share
together this world's bad things. If that is your bargain, there is
my hand on it.'
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