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 Chips bore this taunt without heat, yet with a treacherous lip.

"I would, Jan, every penny of it."

"Why should you?"

"Because it was yours already! It was only for something we were all going to give you because of—because of those cups we got through you—and—and everything else you've done for the house, Jan!"

An emotional dog, this Chips, he still had the sense to see that it was not for him to show emotion then, and the self-control to act up to his lights. But he could not help thrusting the packet back towards Jan, as much as to say that it was still his and he must really take it with the good wishes he now needed more than ever. Not a word of the kind from his lips, and yet every syllable in his eyes and gestures. But Jan only shook his head, wheeled round, and stood looking down into the street.