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"Thought you was a common tra the clinging hay froentlemen's clothes--leastways,

I never see one as did" Here his eyes wandered over ain,

from my boots upward Half-way up, they stopped, evidently

arrested by my waistcoat, a flowered satin of the very latest

cut, for which I had paid forty shillings in the Haymarket,

scarcely a week before; and, as I looked down at it, I would

joyfully have given it, and every waistcoat that was ever cut, to

have had that forty shillings safe back in hty fine weskit, sir!"

"Do you think so?" said I

"Ah, that I do--w'at ht be the cost of a weskit the like o'

that, now?"

"I paid forty shillings for it, in the Hayo," I answered The fellow very slowly closed

one eye at the sa his nose three successive raps

with his forefinger: "Gammon!" said he

"None the less, it's true," said I

"Any aren the cold--not reachin' fur enough, even if it do

be silk, an' all worked wi' little flowers--is a dommed fool!--"

"Assuredly!" said I, with a nod