had opened it he just cast one glance over it and said, "No, excuse me, but I haven't any use for that, either."
"I wanted to show you the worst side first," said I; "it's much better on the other side."
"Ay, ay; it's no good. I wouldn't own it; and you wouldn't raise a penny on it anywhere."
"No, it's clear it isn't worth anything," I said; "but I thought it might go with another old blanket at an auction."
"Well, no; it's no use."
"Three pence?" said I.
"No; I won't have it all, man! I wouldn't have it in the house!" I took it under my arm and went home.
I acted as if nothing had passed, spread it over the bed again, smoothed it well out, as was my custom, and tried to wipe away every trace of my late action. I could not possibly have been in my right mind at the moment when I came to the conclusion to commit this rascally trick. The more I thought over it the more unreasonable it seemed to me. It must have been an attack of weakness; some relaxation in my inner self