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I
was
just
looking
around
to
see
who
the
happy
thought
would
strike
when
be
damned
but
in
he
comes
again
letting
on
to
be
in
a
hell
of
a
hurry
.
—
I
was
just
round
at
the
courthouse
,
says
he
,
looking
for
you
.
I
hope
I
’
m
not
.
.
.
—
No
,
says
Martin
,
we
’
re
ready
.
Courthouse
my
eye
and
your
pockets
hanging
down
with
gold
and
silver
.
Mean
bloody
scut
.
Stand
us
a
drink
itself
.
Devil
a
sweet
fear
!
There
’
s
a
jew
for
you
!
All
for
number
one
.
Cute
as
a
shithouse
rat
.
Hundred
to
five
.
—
Don
’
t
tell
anyone
,
says
the
citizen
.
—
Beg
your
pardon
,
says
he
.
—
Come
on
boys
,
says
Martin
,
seeing
it
was
looking
blue
.
Come
along
now
.
—
Don
’
t
tell
anyone
,
says
the
citizen
,
letting
a
bawl
out
of
him
.
It
’
s
a
secret
.
And
the
bloody
dog
woke
up
and
let
a
growl
.
—
Bye
bye
all
,
says
Martin
.
