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‘
Do
you
see
this
?
’
he
said
,
gathering
up
the
money
in
his
hand
and
letting
it
drop
back
into
the
box
,
between
his
fingers
,
like
water
.
‘
Do
you
hear
it
?
Do
you
know
the
sound
of
gold
?
There
,
put
it
back
—
and
don
’
t
talk
about
banks
again
,
Isaac
,
till
you
’
ve
got
one
of
your
own
.
’
Isaac
List
,
with
great
apparent
humility
,
protested
that
he
had
never
doubted
the
credit
of
a
gentleman
so
notorious
for
his
honourable
dealing
as
Mr
Jowl
,
and
that
he
had
hinted
at
the
production
of
the
box
,
not
for
the
satisfaction
of
his
doubts
,
for
he
could
have
none
,
but
with
a
view
to
being
regaled
with
a
sight
of
so
much
wealth
,
which
,
though
it
might
be
deemed
by
some
but
an
unsubstantial
and
visionary
pleasure
,
was
to
one
in
his
circumstances
a
source
of
extreme
delight
,
only
to
be
surpassed
by
its
safe
depository
in
his
own
personal
pockets
.
Although
Mr
List
and
Mr
Jowl
addressed
themselves
to
each
other
,
it
was
remarkable
that
they
both
looked
narrowly
at
the
old
man
,
who
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
fire
,
sat
brooding
over
it
,
yet
listening
eagerly
—
as
it
seemed
from
a
certain
involuntary
motion
of
the
head
,
or
twitching
of
the
face
from
time
to
time
—
to
all
they
said
.
‘
My
advice
,
’
said
Jowl
,
lying
down
again
with
a
careless
air
,
‘
is
plain
—
I
have
given
it
,
in
fact
.
I
act
as
a
friend
.
Why
should
I
help
a
man
to
the
means
perhaps
of
winning
all
I
have
,
unless
I
considered
him
my
friend
?
It
’
s
foolish
,
I
dare
say
,
to
be
so
thoughtful
of
the
welfare
of
other
people
,
but
that
’
s
my
constitution
,
and
I
can
’
t
help
it
;
so
don
’
t
blame
me
,
Isaac
List
.
’
‘
I
blame
you
!
’
returned
the
person
addressed
;
‘
not
for
the
world
,
Mr
Jowl
.
I
wish
I
could
afford
to
be
as
liberal
as
you
;
and
,
as
you
say
,
he
might
pay
it
back
if
he
won
—
and
if
he
lost
—
’
‘
You
’
re
not
to
take
that
into
consideration
at
all
,
’
said
Jowl
.
‘
But
suppose
he
did
(
and
nothing
’
s
less
likely
,
from
all
I
know
of
chances
)
,
why
,
it
’
s
better
to
lose
other
people
’
s
money
than
one
’
s
own
,
I
hope
?
’
‘
Ah
!
’
cried
Isaac
List
rapturously
,
‘
the
pleasures
of
winning
!
The
delight
of
picking
up
the
money
—
the
bright
,
shining
yellow
-
boys
—
and
sweeping
‘
em
into
one
’
s
pocket
!
The
deliciousness
of
having
a
triumph
at
last
,
and
thinking
that
one
didn
’
t
stop
short
and
turn
back
,
but
went
half
-
way
to
meet
it
!
The
—
but
you
’
re
not
going
,
old
gentleman
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
do
it
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
who
had
risen
and
taken
two
or
three
hurried
steps
away
,
and
now
returned
as
hurriedly
.
‘
I
’
ll
have
it
,
every
penny
.
’
‘
Why
,
that
’
s
brave
,
’
cried
Isaac
,
jumping
up
and
slapping
him
on
the
shoulder
;
‘
and
I
respect
you
for
having
so
much
young
blood
left
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Joe
Jowl
’
s
half
sorry
he
advised
you
now
.
We
’
ve
got
the
laugh
against
him
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
’
