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yelled Mr. Whedell , in a partial asphyxia of rage ; `` if I had a million dollars to-day , I would n't give you a cent . You should starve first . But I want to tell you -- and hang me if it is n't a pleasure , too -- that I am a beggar , sir -- a beggar , sir -- a beggar , sir ! By noon to-day I shall be turned out of this house . And , by Jove ! I 'm glad of it , for then I shall get rid of you . '' During this _ adagio _ passage , the speaker shook his fist within a few inches of Chiffield 's nose .