The Ink
me quite naturally on this occasion. "Say no more," I said. "This is contemptible. Now I forbid you to get the ink—I will get it myself."
On the following night she asked me if I had bought that ink. I replied, "No, Eliza; it has been an exceptionally busy day, and I have not had the time."
"I thought you had forgotten it, perhaps."
"I supposed you would say that," I said. "In you it does not surprise me."
A week later Eliza said that she wanted to do her accounts. "I am glad of that," I said. "Now you will know the misery of living without ink in the house."
"No, I sha'n't," she said, "because I always do my accounts in pencil."
"About three months ago I asked you to fill that ink-pot with ink. Why is it not done?"
"Because you also definitely forbade me to get any ink to fill it with. And you said
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