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“I’ll tell you how it is, Master Tom,” said Bob, beginning to untwist his canvas bag. “You see, I’n been with a barge this two ‘ear; that’s how I’n Survetement America been gettin’ Kris Versteeg Tröja my livin’ — if it wasn’t when I was tentin’ the furnace, between whiles, at Torry’s mill. But a fortni’t ago I’d a rare bit o’ luck — I allays thought I was a lucky chap, for I niver set a trap but what I catched something; but this wasn’t trap, it was a fire i’ Torry’s mill, an’ I doused it, else it ‘ud set th’ oil alight, an’ the genelman gen me ten suvreigns; he gen me ’em himself last week. An’ he said first, I Tottenham Hotspur was a sperrited chap — but I knowed that afore — but then he outs wi’ the ten suvreigns, an’ that war summat new. Here they are, all but one!” Here Bob emptied the canvas bag on the table. “An’ when I’d got ’em, my head was all of a boil like a kettle o’ broth, thinkin’ what sort o’ life I should take to, for there war a many trades I’d thought on; for as for the barge, I’m clean tired out wi’t, for it pulls the Roma Dresy days out till they’re as long as pigs’ chitterlings. An’ I thought first I’d ha’ ferrets an’ dogs, an’ Belstaff Maldon Kurtki be a rat-catcher; an’ then I thought as I should like a bigger way o’ life, as I Franciesco Totti Fotbalové Dres didn’t know so well; for I’n seen to the bottom o’ rat-catching; an’ I thought, an’ thought, till at last I settled I’d be a packman — for they’re knowin’ fellers, the packmen are — an’ I’d carry the Maillot Hummels lightest things I could i’ my pack; an’ there’d be a use for a feller’s tongue, as is no use neither wi’ rats nor barges. An’ I should Maillot Feyenoord go about the Survetement Galatasaray country far an’ wide, an’ come round the women wi’ my tongue, an’ get my dinner hot at the public — lors! it ‘ud be a lovely life!”
Bob paused, and then said, with defiant decision, as if resolutely turning his back on that paradisaic picture:
“But I don’t mind about it, not a chip! An’ I’n changed one o’ the suvreigns to buy my mother a goose for dinner, an’ I’n bought a blue plush wescoat, an’ a sealskin cap — for if I meant to be a packman, I’d do it respectable. But I don’t mind about it, not a chip! My yead isn’t a turnip, an’ I Paul Martin Tröjor shall p’r’aps have a chance o’ dousing another fire afore long. I’m a lucky chap. So I’ll thank you to take the nine suvreigns, Mr. Tom, and set yoursen up with ’em somehow, if it’s true as the master’s Orlando Dresy broke. They mayn’t go fur enough, but they’ll help.”
Tom was touched keenly enough to forget his pride and suspicion.
“You’re a very kind fellow, Bob,” he Mexico Dresy said, coloring, with that little diffident tremor in his voice which gave a certain charm even to Tom’s pride and severity, “and I sha’n’t forget you again, though I didn’t know you this evening. But I can’t take the nine sovereigns; I should be taking your little fortune from you, and they wouldn’t do me much good either.”
“Wouldn’t they, Mr. Tom?” said Bob, regretfully. “Now don’t slinks:
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