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She
took
from
her
pocket
a
little
purse
.
He
seized
it
with
the
same
rapid
impatience
which
had
characterised
his
speech
,
and
hastily
made
his
way
to
the
other
side
of
the
screen
.
It
was
impossible
to
restrain
him
,
and
the
trembling
child
followed
close
behind
.
The
landlord
had
placed
a
light
upon
the
table
,
and
was
engaged
in
drawing
the
curtain
of
the
window
.
The
speakers
whom
they
had
heard
were
two
men
,
who
had
a
pack
of
cards
and
some
silver
money
between
them
,
while
upon
the
screen
itself
the
games
they
had
played
were
scored
in
chalk
.
The
man
with
the
rough
voice
was
a
burly
fellow
of
middle
age
,
with
large
black
whiskers
,
broad
cheeks
,
a
coarse
wide
mouth
,
and
bull
neck
,
which
was
pretty
freely
displayed
as
his
shirt
collar
was
only
confined
by
a
loose
red
neckerchief
.
He
wore
his
hat
,
which
was
of
a
brownish
-
white
,
and
had
beside
him
a
thick
knotted
stick
.
The
other
man
,
whom
his
companion
had
called
Isaac
,
was
of
a
more
slender
figure
—
stooping
,
and
high
in
the
shoulders
—
with
a
very
ill
-
favoured
face
,
and
a
most
sinister
and
villainous
squint
.
‘
Now
old
gentleman
,
’
said
Isaac
,
looking
round
.
‘
Do
you
know
either
of
us
?
This
side
of
the
screen
is
private
,
sir
.
’
‘
No
offence
,
I
hope
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
But
by
G
—
,
sir
,
there
is
offence
,
’
said
the
other
,
interrupting
him
,
‘
when
you
intrude
yourself
upon
a
couple
of
gentlemen
who
are
particularly
engaged
.
’
‘
I
had
no
intention
to
offend
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
looking
anxiously
at
the
cards
.
‘
I
thought
that
—
’
‘
But
you
had
no
right
to
think
,
sir
,
’
retorted
the
other
.
‘
What
the
devil
has
a
man
at
your
time
of
life
to
do
with
thinking
?
’
‘
Now
bully
boy
,
’
said
the
stout
man
,
raising
his
eyes
from
his
cards
for
the
first
time
,
‘
can
’
t
you
let
him
speak
?
’
The
landlord
,
who
had
apparently
resolved
to
remain
neutral
until
he
knew
which
side
of
the
question
the
stout
man
would
espouse
,
chimed
in
at
this
place
with
‘
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
can
’
t
you
let
him
speak
,
Isaac
List
?
’
