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BROTHER HAWKYARD (as he insisted on my calling him) put me to school, and told me to work my way. ‘You are all right, George,' he said. ‘I have been the best servant the Lord has had in his service for this five-and-thirty year (O, I have! ); and he knows the value of such a servant as I have been to him (O, yes, he does! ); and he'll prosper your schooling as a part of my reward. That's what _he_'ll do, George. He'll do it for me.'
From the first I could not like this familiar knowledge of the ways of the sublime, inscrutable Almighty, on Brother Hawkyard's part. As I grew a little wiser, and still a little wiser, I liked it less and less. His manner, too, of confirming himself in a parenthesis,-as if, knowing himself, he doubted his own word,-I found distasteful. I cannot tell how much these dislikes cost me; for I had a dread that they were worldly.