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- Чарльз Диккенс
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- Посмертные записки Пиквикского клуба
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- Стр. 110/859
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‘
Don
’
t
talk
of
it
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Jingle
.
He
stopped
short
,
as
if
suddenly
recollecting
something
,
and
said
—
‘
By
the
bye
—
can
’
t
spare
ten
pounds
,
can
you
?
—
very
particular
purpose
—
pay
you
in
three
days
.
’
‘
I
dare
say
I
can
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Tupman
,
in
the
fulness
of
his
heart
.
‘
Three
days
,
you
say
?
’
‘
Only
three
days
—
all
over
then
—
no
more
difficulties
.
’
Mr
.
Tupman
counted
the
money
into
his
companion
’
s
hand
,
and
he
dropped
it
piece
by
piece
into
his
pocket
,
as
they
walked
towards
the
house
.
‘
Be
careful
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
—
‘
not
a
look
.
’
‘
Not
a
wink
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
‘
Not
a
syllable
.
’
‘
Not
a
whisper
.
’
‘
All
your
attentions
to
the
niece
—
rather
rude
,
than
otherwise
,
to
the
aunt
—
only
way
of
deceiving
the
old
ones
.
’
‘
I
’
ll
take
care
,
’
said
Mr
.
Tupman
aloud
.
‘
And
I
’
LL
take
care
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
internally
;
and
they
entered
the
house
.
