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‘
Well
,
gents
,
’
said
a
stout
,
hale
personage
of
about
forty
,
with
only
one
eye
—
a
very
bright
black
eye
,
which
twinkled
with
a
roguish
expression
of
fun
and
good
-
humour
,
‘
our
noble
selves
,
gents
.
I
always
propose
that
toast
to
the
company
,
and
drink
Mary
to
myself
.
Eh
,
Mary
!
’
‘
Get
along
with
you
,
you
wretch
,
’
said
the
hand
-
maiden
,
obviously
not
ill
-
pleased
with
the
compliment
,
however
.
‘
Don
’
t
go
away
,
Mary
,
’
said
the
black
-
eyed
man
.
‘
Let
me
alone
,
imperence
,
’
said
the
young
lady
.
‘
Never
mind
,
’
said
the
one
-
eyed
man
,
calling
after
the
girl
as
she
left
the
room
.
‘
I
’
ll
step
out
by
and
by
,
Mary
.
Keep
your
spirits
up
,
dear
.
’
Here
he
went
through
the
not
very
difficult
process
of
winking
upon
the
company
with
his
solitary
eye
,
to
the
enthusiastic
delight
of
an
elderly
personage
with
a
dirty
face
and
a
clay
pipe
.
‘
Rum
creeters
is
women
,
’
said
the
dirty
-
faced
man
,
after
a
pause
.
‘
Ah
!
no
mistake
about
that
,
’
said
a
very
red
-
faced
man
,
behind
a
cigar
.
After
this
little
bit
of
philosophy
there
was
another
pause
.
‘
There
’
s
rummer
things
than
women
in
this
world
though
,
mind
you
,
’
said
the
man
with
the
black
eye
,
slowly
filling
a
large
Dutch
pipe
,
with
a
most
capacious
bowl
.
‘
Are
you
married
?
’
inquired
the
dirty
-
faced
man
.
