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‘
I
’
ll
make
it
payable
the
day
after
to
-
morrow
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
with
a
look
towards
Mr
.
Wardle
;
‘
and
we
can
get
the
lady
away
,
meanwhile
.
’
Mr
.
Wardle
sullenly
nodded
assent
.
‘
A
hundred
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
And
twenty
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jingle
.
‘
My
dear
Sir
,
’
remonstrated
the
little
man
.
‘
Give
it
him
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Wardle
,
‘
and
let
him
go
.
’
The
cheque
was
written
by
the
little
gentleman
,
and
pocketed
by
Mr
.
Jingle
.
‘
Now
,
leave
this
house
instantly
!
’
said
Wardle
,
starting
up
.
‘
My
dear
Sir
,
’
urged
the
little
man
.
‘
And
mind
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wardle
,
‘
that
nothing
should
have
induced
me
to
make
this
compromise
—
not
even
a
regard
for
my
family
—
if
I
had
not
known
that
the
moment
you
got
any
money
in
that
pocket
of
yours
,
you
’
d
go
to
the
devil
faster
,
if
possible
,
than
you
would
without
it
—
’
‘
My
dear
sir
,
’
urged
the
little
man
again
.
