asforthebeatit’sgone，isn’tmine-swornawaybymyownmouth。
Tellmewhat’smyname；ifyoucan’t，mayI-’
MYSELF。Don’tswear，it’sabadhabit，neitherpleasantnorprofitable。YournameisSlingsby-JackSlingsby。There，don’tstare，there’snothinginmytellingyouyourname：I’vebeeninthesepartsbefore，atleastnotveryfarfromhere。Tenyearsago，whenIwaslittlemorethanachild，Iwasabouttwentymilesfromhereinapost-chaise，atthedoorofaninn，andasIlookedfromthewindowofthechaise，Isawyoustandingbyagutter，withabigtinladleinyourhand，andsomebodycalledyouJackSlingsby。IneverforgetanythingIhearorsee；Ican’t，IwishI
could。Sothere’snothingstrangeinmyknowingyourname；indeed，there’snothingstrangeinanything，providedyouexamineittothebottom。NowwhatamItogiveyouforthethings？
IpaidSlingsbyfivepoundstenshillingsforhisstockintrade，cart，andpony-purchasedsundryprovisionsofthelandlady，alsoawagoner’sfrock，whichhadbelongedtoacertainsonofhers，deceased，gavemylittleanimalafeedofcorn，andpreparedtodepart。