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the garden and called them all by their Christian names;
he knew their family histories and all that had happened to
them from birth. With harmless vanity he played the fine
gentleman among them, and there was a touch of conde-
scension in his familiarity. Philip would not go with him.
‘I’m going to earn my dinner,’ he said.
‘Quite right, my boy,’ answered Athelny, with a wave of
the hand, as he strolled away. ‘No work, no dinner.’

Of Human Bondage