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‘
Can
’
t
I
let
him
speak
,
’
sneered
Isaac
in
reply
,
mimicking
as
nearly
as
he
could
,
in
his
shrill
voice
,
the
tones
of
the
landlord
.
‘
Yes
,
I
can
let
him
speak
,
Jemmy
Groves
.
’
‘
Well
then
,
do
it
,
will
you
?
’
said
the
landlord
.
Mr
List
’
s
squint
assumed
a
portentous
character
,
which
seemed
to
threaten
a
prolongation
of
this
controversy
,
when
his
companion
,
who
had
been
looking
sharply
at
the
old
man
,
put
a
timely
stop
to
it
.
‘
Who
knows
,
’
said
he
,
with
a
cunning
look
,
‘
but
the
gentleman
may
have
civilly
meant
to
ask
if
he
might
have
the
honour
to
take
a
hand
with
us
!
’
‘
I
did
mean
it
,
’
cried
the
old
man
.
‘
That
is
what
I
mean
.
That
is
what
I
want
now
!
’
‘
I
thought
so
,
’
returned
the
same
man
.
‘
Then
who
knows
but
the
gentleman
,
anticipating
our
objection
to
play
for
love
,
civilly
desired
to
play
for
money
?
’
The
old
man
replied
by
shaking
the
little
purse
in
his
eager
hand
,
and
then
throwing
it
down
upon
the
table
,
and
gathering
up
the
cards
as
a
miser
would
clutch
at
gold
.
‘
Oh
!
That
indeed
,
’
said
Isaac
;
‘
if
that
’
s
what
the
gentleman
meant
,
I
beg
the
gentleman
’
s
pardon
.
Is
this
the
gentleman
’
s
little
purse
?
A
very
pretty
little
purse
.
Rather
a
light
purse
,
’
added
Isaac
,
throwing
it
into
the
air
and
catching
it
dexterously
,
‘
but
enough
to
amuse
a
gentleman
for
half
an
hour
or
so
.
’
‘
We
’
ll
make
a
four
-
handed
game
of
it
,
and
take
in
Groves
,
’
said
the
stout
man
.
‘
Come
,
Jemmy
.
’
