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‘
I
tell
you
he
’
s
very
sorry
,
don
’
t
I
?
’
remonstrated
Isaac
List
,
‘
and
that
he
wishes
you
’
d
go
on
.
’
‘
Does
he
wish
it
?
’
said
the
other
.
‘
Ay
,
’
groaned
the
old
man
sitting
down
,
and
rocking
himself
to
and
fro
.
‘
Go
on
,
go
on
.
It
’
s
in
vain
to
fight
with
it
;
I
can
’
t
do
it
;
go
on
.
’
‘
I
go
on
then
,
’
said
Jowl
,
‘
where
I
left
off
,
when
you
got
up
so
quick
.
If
you
’
re
persuaded
that
it
’
s
time
for
luck
to
turn
,
as
it
certainly
is
,
and
find
that
you
haven
’
t
means
enough
to
try
it
(
and
that
’
s
where
it
is
,
for
you
know
,
yourself
,
that
you
never
have
the
funds
to
keep
on
long
enough
at
a
sitting
)
,
help
yourself
to
what
seems
put
in
your
way
on
purpose
.
Borrow
it
,
I
say
,
and
,
when
you
’
re
able
,
pay
it
back
again
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
’
Isaac
List
struck
in
,
‘
if
this
good
lady
as
keeps
the
wax
-
works
has
money
,
and
does
keep
it
in
a
tin
box
when
she
goes
to
bed
,
and
doesn
’
t
lock
her
door
for
fear
of
fire
,
it
seems
a
easy
thing
;
quite
a
Providence
,
I
should
call
it
—
but
then
I
’
ve
been
religiously
brought
up
.
’
‘
You
see
,
Isaac
,
’
said
his
friend
,
growing
more
eager
,
and
drawing
himself
closer
to
the
old
man
,
while
he
signed
to
the
gipsy
not
to
come
between
them
;
‘
you
see
,
Isaac
,
strangers
are
going
in
and
out
every
hour
of
the
day
;
nothing
would
be
more
likely
than
for
one
of
these
strangers
to
get
under
the
good
lady
’
s
bed
,
or
lock
himself
in
the
cupboard
;
suspicion
would
be
very
wide
,
and
would
fall
a
long
way
from
the
mark
,
no
doubt
.
I
’
d
give
him
his
revenge
to
the
last
farthing
he
brought
,
whatever
the
amount
was
.
’
‘
But
could
you
?
’
urged
Isaac
List
.
‘
Is
your
bank
strong
enough
?
’
‘
Strong
enough
!
’
answered
the
other
,
with
assumed
disdain
.
‘
Here
,
you
Sir
,
give
me
that
box
out
of
the
straw
!
’
This
was
addressed
to
the
gipsy
,
who
crawled
into
the
low
tent
on
all
fours
,
and
after
some
rummaging
and
rustling
returned
with
a
cash
-
box
,
which
the
man
who
had
spoken
opened
with
a
key
he
wore
about
his
person
.
