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I
had
to
put
my
hand
behind
his
legs
for
the
poker
when
I
went
up
to
the
fireplace
to
stir
the
fire
,
but
still
pretended
not
to
know
him
.
"
Is
this
a
cut
?
"
said
Mr
.
Drummle
.
"
Oh
!
"
said
I
,
poker
in
hand
;
"
it
’
s
you
,
is
it
?
How
do
you
do
?
I
was
wondering
who
it
was
,
who
kept
the
fire
off
.
"
With
that
,
I
poked
tremendously
,
and
having
done
so
,
planted
myself
side
by
side
with
Mr
.
Drummle
,
my
shoulders
squared
and
my
back
to
the
fire
.
"
You
have
just
come
down
?
"
said
Mr
.
Drummle
,
edging
me
a
little
away
with
his
shoulder
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
,
edging
him
a
little
away
with
my
shoulder
.
"
Beastly
place
,
"
said
Drummle
.
"
Your
part
of
the
country
,
I
think
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
assented
.
"
I
am
told
it
’
s
very
like
your
Shropshire
.
"
"
Not
in
the
least
like
it
,
"
said
Drummle
.
Here
Mr
.
Drummle
looked
at
his
boots
and
I
looked
at
mine
,
and
then
Mr
.
Drummle
looked
at
my
boots
,
and
I
looked
at
his
.
