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’
‘
And
a
very
snug
little
business
you
have
,
no
doubt
?
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
knowingly
.
‘
Very
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
So
snug
,
that
at
the
end
of
a
few
years
you
might
put
all
the
profits
in
a
wine
-
glass
,
and
cover
’
em
over
with
a
gooseberry
leaf
.
’
‘
You
cannot
surely
mean
that
?
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
The
stock
itself
—
’
‘
Dummies
,
my
dear
boy
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
;
‘
half
the
drawers
have
nothing
in
’
em
,
and
the
other
half
don
’
t
open
.
’
‘
Nonsense
!
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
Fact
—
honour
!
’
returned
Bob
Sawyer
,
stepping
out
into
the
shop
,
and
demonstrating
the
veracity
of
the
assertion
by
divers
hard
pulls
at
the
little
gilt
knobs
on
the
counterfeit
drawers
.
‘
Hardly
anything
real
in
the
shop
but
the
leeches
,
and
THEY
are
second
-
hand
.
’
‘
I
shouldn
’
t
have
thought
it
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Winkle
,
much
surprised
.
‘
I
hope
not
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
,
‘
else
where
’
s
the
use
of
appearances
,
eh
?
But
what
will
you
take
?
Do
as
we
do
?
That
’
s
right
.
Ben
,
my
fine
fellow
,
put
your
hand
into
the
cupboard
,
and
bring
out
the
patent
digester
.
’
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
smiled
his
readiness
,
and
produced
from
the
closet
at
his
elbow
a
black
bottle
half
full
of
brandy
.
‘
You
don
’
t
take
water
,
of
course
?
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
Thank
you
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
.
‘
It
’
s
rather
early
.
I
should
like
to
qualify
it
,
if
you
have
no
objection
.
