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‘
"
Jinkins
,
to
wit
,
"
said
Tom
.
‘
"
Lor
,
sir
!
"
exclaimed
the
widow
.
‘
"
Oh
,
don
’
t
tell
me
,
"
said
Tom
,
"
I
know
him
.
"
‘
"
I
am
sure
nobody
who
knows
him
,
knows
anything
bad
of
him
,
"
said
the
widow
,
bridling
up
at
the
mysterious
air
with
which
Tom
had
spoken
.
‘
"
Hem
!
"
said
Tom
Smart
.
‘
The
widow
began
to
think
it
was
high
time
to
cry
,
so
she
took
out
her
handkerchief
,
and
inquired
whether
Tom
wished
to
insult
her
,
whether
he
thought
it
like
a
gentleman
to
take
away
the
character
of
another
gentleman
behind
his
back
,
why
,
if
he
had
got
anything
to
say
,
he
didn
’
t
say
it
to
the
man
,
like
a
man
,
instead
of
terrifying
a
poor
weak
woman
in
that
way
;
and
so
forth
.
‘
"
I
’
ll
say
it
to
him
fast
enough
,
"
said
Tom
,
"
only
I
want
you
to
hear
it
first
.
"
‘
"
What
is
it
?
"
inquired
the
widow
,
looking
intently
in
Tom
’
s
countenance
.
‘
"
I
’
ll
astonish
you
,
"
said
Tom
,
putting
his
hand
in
his
pocket
.
‘
"
If
it
is
,
that
he
wants
money
,
"
said
the
widow
,
"
I
know
that
already
,
and
you
needn
’
t
trouble
yourself
.
"
‘
"
Pooh
,
nonsense
,
that
’
s
nothing
,
"
said
Tom
Smart
,
"
I
want
money
.
‘
Tain
’
t
that
.
"
