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'
What
mill
!
Why
,
THE
mill
--
the
mill
as
takes
up
so
little
room
that
it
'll
work
inside
a
Stone
Jug
;
and
always
goes
better
when
the
wind
's
low
with
people
,
than
when
it
's
high
;
acos
then
they
ca
n't
get
workmen
.
But
come
,
'
said
the
young
gentleman
;
'
you
want
grub
,
and
you
shall
have
it
.
I
'm
at
low-water-mark
myself
--
only
one
bob
and
a
magpie
;
but
,
as
far
as
it
goes
,
I
'll
fork
out
and
stump
.
Up
with
you
on
your
pins
.
There
!
Now
then
!
Morrice
!
'
Assisting
Oliver
to
rise
,
the
young
gentleman
took
him
to
an
adjacent
chandler
's
shop
,
where
he
purchased
a
sufficiency
of
ready-dressed
ham
and
a
half-quartern
loaf
,
or
,
as
he
himself
expressed
it
,
'
a
fourpenny
bran
!
'
the
ham
being
kept
clean
and
preserved
from
dust
,
by
the
ingenious
expedient
of
making
a
hole
in
the
loaf
by
pulling
out
a
portion
of
the
crumb
,
and
stuffing
it
therein
.
Taking
the
bread
under
his
arm
,
the
young
gentlman
turned
into
a
small
public-house
,
and
led
the
way
to
a
tap-room
in
the
rear
of
the
premises
.
Here
,
a
pot
of
beer
was
brought
in
,
by
direction
of
the
mysterious
youth
;
and
Oliver
,
falling
to
,
at
his
new
friend
's
bidding
,
made
a
long
and
hearty
meal
,
during
the
progress
of
which
the
strange
boy
eyed
him
from
time
to
time
with
great
attention
.
'
Going
to
London
?
'
said
the
strange
boy
,
when
Oliver
had
at
length
concluded
.
'
Yes
.
'
'
Got
any
lodgings
?
'
'
No
.
'
'
Money
?
'
'
No
.
'
The
strange
boy
whistled
;
and
put
his
arms
into
his
pockets
,
as
far
as
the
big
coat-sleeves
would
let
them
go
.
