"
The horrid thing broke into a screeching laugh, and pointed its brown
finger at Tom. "Ho, ho, Tom!" says he. "Thou 'st thanked me, my lad, and
I told thee not, I told thee not!"
"I don't want thy help, I tell thee," Tom yelled at him--"I only want
never to see thee again, and to have nought more to do with 'ee--thou
can go."
The thing only laughed and screeched and mocked, as long as Tom went on
swearing, but so soon as his breath gave out--
"Tom, my lad," he said with a grin, "I'll tell 'ee summat, Tom. True's
true I'll never help thee again, and call as thou wilt, thou 'lt never
see me after to-day; but I never said that I'd leave thee alone, Tom,
and I never will, my lad! I was nice and safe under the stone, Tom, and
could do no harm; but thou let me out thyself, and thou can't put me
back again! I would have been thy friend and worked for thee if thou had
been wise; but since thou bee'st no more than a born fool I'll give 'ee
no more than a born fool's luck; and when all goes vicey-varsy, and
everything agee--thou 'lt mind that it's Yallery Brown's doing though
m'appen thou doesn't see him.
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