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‘
Oh
,
my
liver
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
throwing
the
jacket
on
a
shelf
.
‘
Get
out
of
the
shop
!
Oh
,
my
lungs
,
get
out
of
the
shop
!
Oh
,
my
eyes
and
limbs
—
goroo
!
—
don
’
t
ask
for
money
;
make
it
an
exchange
.
’
I
never
was
so
frightened
in
my
life
,
before
or
since
;
but
I
told
him
humbly
that
I
wanted
money
,
and
that
nothing
else
was
of
any
use
to
me
,
but
that
I
would
wait
for
it
,
as
he
desired
,
outside
,
and
had
no
wish
to
hurry
him
.
So
I
went
outside
,
and
sat
down
in
the
shade
in
a
corner
.
And
I
sat
there
so
many
hours
,
that
the
shade
became
sunlight
,
and
the
sunlight
became
shade
again
,
and
still
I
sat
there
waiting
for
the
money
.
There
never
was
such
another
drunken
madman
in
that
line
of
business
,
I
hope
.
That
he
was
well
known
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
enjoyed
the
reputation
of
having
sold
himself
to
the
devil
,
I
soon
understood
from
the
visits
he
received
from
the
boys
,
who
continually
came
skirmishing
about
the
shop
,
shouting
that
legend
,
and
calling
to
him
to
bring
out
his
gold
.
‘
You
ain
’
t
poor
,
you
know
,
Charley
,
as
you
pretend
.
Bring
out
your
gold
.
Bring
out
some
of
the
gold
you
sold
yourself
to
the
devil
for
.
Come
!
It
’
s
in
the
lining
of
the
mattress
,
Charley
.
Rip
it
open
and
let
’
s
have
some
!
’
This
,
and
many
offers
to
lend
him
a
knife
for
the
purpose
,
exasperated
him
to
such
a
degree
,
that
the
whole
day
was
a
succession
of
rushes
on
his
part
,
and
flights
on
the
part
of
the
boys
.
Sometimes
in
his
rage
he
would
take
me
for
one
of
them
,
and
come
at
me
,
mouthing
as
if
he
were
going
to
tear
me
in
pieces
;
then
,
remembering
me
,
just
in
time
,
would
dive
into
the
shop
,
and
lie
upon
his
bed
,
as
I
thought
from
the
sound
of
his
voice
,
yelling
in
a
frantic
way
,
to
his
own
windy
tune
,
the
‘
Death
of
Nelson
’
;
with
an
Oh
!
before
every
line
,
and
innumerable
Goroos
interspersed
.
As
if
this
were
not
bad
enough
for
me
,
the
boys
,
connecting
me
with
the
establishment
,
on
account
of
the
patience
and
perseverance
with
which
I
sat
outside
,
half
-
dressed
,
pelted
me
,
and
used
me
very
ill
all
day
.
He
made
many
attempts
to
induce
me
to
consent
to
an
exchange
;
at
one
time
coming
out
with
a
fishing
-
rod
,
at
another
with
a
fiddle
,
at
another
with
a
cocked
hat
,
at
another
with
a
flute
.
But
I
resisted
all
these
overtures
,
and
sat
there
in
desperation
;
each
time
asking
him
,
with
tears
in
my
eyes
,
for
my
money
or
my
jacket
.
At
last
he
began
to
pay
me
in
halfpence
at
a
time
;
and
was
full
two
hours
getting
by
easy
stages
to
a
shilling
.
‘
Oh
,
my
eyes
and
limbs
!
’
he
then
cried
,
peeping
hideously
out
of
the
shop
,
after
a
long
pause
,
‘
will
you
go
for
twopence
more
?
’
‘
I
can
’
t
,
’
I
said
;
‘
I
shall
be
starved
.
’
‘
Oh
,
my
lungs
and
liver
,
will
you
go
for
threepence
?
’
‘
I
would
go
for
nothing
,
if
I
could
,
’
I
said
,
‘
but
I
want
the
money
badly
.
’
‘
Oh
,
go
-
roo
!
’
(
it
is
really
impossible
to
express
how
he
twisted
this
ejaculation
out
of
himself
,
as
he
peeped
round
the
door
-
post
at
me
,
showing
nothing
but
his
crafty
old
head
)
;
‘
will
you
go
for
fourpence
?
’
I
was
so
faint
and
weary
that
I
closed
with
this
offer
;
and
taking
the
money
out
of
his
claw
,
not
without
trembling
,
went
away
more
hungry
and
thirsty
than
I
had
ever
been
,
a
little
before
sunset
.
But
at
an
expense
of
threepence
I
soon
refreshed
myself
completely
;
and
,
being
in
better
spirits
then
,
limped
seven
miles
upon
my
road
.
