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‘
Number
twenty
-
two
wants
his
boots
.
’
‘
Ask
number
twenty
-
two
,
vether
he
’
ll
have
’
em
now
,
or
vait
till
he
gets
’
em
,
’
was
the
reply
.
‘
Come
,
don
’
t
be
a
fool
,
Sam
,
’
said
the
girl
coaxingly
,
‘
the
gentleman
wants
his
boots
directly
.
’
‘
Well
,
you
ARE
a
nice
young
‘
ooman
for
a
musical
party
,
you
are
,
’
said
the
boot
-
cleaner
.
‘
Look
at
these
here
boots
—
eleven
pair
o
’
boots
;
and
one
shoe
as
belongs
to
number
six
,
with
the
wooden
leg
.
The
eleven
boots
is
to
be
called
at
half
-
past
eight
and
the
shoe
at
nine
.
Who
’
s
number
twenty
-
two
,
that
’
s
to
put
all
the
others
out
?
No
,
no
;
reg
’
lar
rotation
,
as
Jack
Ketch
said
,
ven
he
tied
the
men
up
.
Sorry
to
keep
you
a
-
waitin
’
,
Sir
,
but
I
’
ll
attend
to
you
directly
.
’
Saying
which
,
the
man
in
the
white
hat
set
to
work
upon
a
top
-
boot
with
increased
assiduity
.
There
was
another
loud
ring
;
and
the
bustling
old
landlady
of
the
White
Hart
made
her
appearance
in
the
opposite
gallery
.
‘
Sam
,
’
cried
the
landlady
,
‘
where
’
s
that
lazy
,
idle
—
why
,
Sam
—
oh
,
there
you
are
;
why
don
’
t
you
answer
?
’
‘
Vouldn
’
t
be
gen
-
teel
to
answer
,
till
you
’
d
done
talking
,
’
replied
Sam
gruffly
.
‘
Here
,
clean
these
shoes
for
number
seventeen
directly
,
and
take
’
em
to
private
sitting
-
room
,
number
five
,
first
floor
.
’
