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‘
It
’
s
our
reg
’
lar
summer
circuit
is
the
West
,
master
,
’
said
Short
;
‘
that
’
s
where
it
is
.
We
takes
the
East
of
London
in
the
spring
and
winter
,
and
the
West
of
England
in
the
summer
time
.
Many
’
s
the
hard
day
’
s
walking
in
rain
and
mud
,
and
with
never
a
penny
earned
,
we
’
ve
had
down
in
the
West
.
’
‘
Let
me
fill
your
glass
again
.
’
‘
Much
obleeged
to
you
sir
,
I
think
I
will
,
’
said
Mr
Codlin
,
suddenly
thrusting
in
his
own
and
turning
Short
’
s
aside
.
‘
I
’
m
the
sufferer
,
sir
,
in
all
the
travelling
,
and
in
all
the
staying
at
home
.
In
town
or
country
,
wet
or
dry
,
hot
or
cold
,
Tom
Codlin
suffers
.
But
Tom
Codlin
isn
’
t
to
complain
for
all
that
.
Oh
,
no
!
Short
may
complain
,
but
if
Codlin
grumbles
by
so
much
as
a
word
—
oh
dear
,
down
with
him
,
down
with
him
directly
.
It
isn
’
t
his
place
to
grumble
.
That
’
s
quite
out
of
the
question
.
’
‘
Codlin
an
’
t
without
his
usefulness
,
’
observed
Short
with
an
arch
look
,
‘
but
he
don
’
t
always
keep
his
eyes
open
.
He
falls
asleep
sometimes
,
you
know
.
Remember
them
last
races
,
Tommy
.
’
‘
Will
you
never
leave
off
aggravating
a
man
?
’
said
Codlin
.
‘
It
’
s
very
like
I
was
asleep
when
five
-
and
-
tenpence
was
collected
,
in
one
round
,
isn
’
t
it
?
I
was
attending
to
my
business
,
and
couldn
’
t
have
my
eyes
in
twenty
places
at
once
,
like
a
peacock
,
no
more
than
you
could
.
If
I
an
’
t
a
match
for
an
old
man
and
a
young
child
,
you
an
’
t
neither
,
so
don
’
t
throw
that
out
against
me
,
for
the
cap
fits
your
head
quite
as
correct
as
it
fits
mine
.
’
‘
You
may
as
well
drop
the
subject
,
Tom
,
’
said
Short
.
‘
It
isn
’
t
particular
agreeable
to
the
gentleman
,
I
dare
say
.
’
‘
Then
you
shouldn
’
t
have
brought
it
up
,
’
returned
Mr
Codlin
;
‘
and
I
ask
the
gentleman
’
s
pardon
on
your
account
,
as
a
giddy
chap
that
likes
to
hear
himself
talk
,
and
don
’
t
much
care
what
he
talks
about
,
so
that
he
does
talk
.
’
Their
entertainer
had
sat
perfectly
quiet
in
the
beginning
of
this
dispute
,
looking
first
at
one
man
and
then
at
the
other
,
as
if
he
were
lying
in
wait
for
an
opportunity
of
putting
some
further
question
,
or
reverting
to
that
from
which
the
discourse
had
strayed
.
But
,
from
the
point
where
Mr
Codlin
was
charged
with
sleepiness
,
he
had
shown
an
increasing
interest
in
the
discussion
:
which
now
attained
a
very
high
pitch
.
