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"You won't be wantin' ever a broom, now?"

I sat up, sleepily, and rubbed ed to a deep purple, set here and there

with a quivering star Yet the light was still strong enough to

enable uish the speaker--a short, thick-set man

Upon his shoulder he carried a bundle of broo

to his back, while round his neck there dangled a heterogeneous

collection of articles--ribbons, laces, tawdry neck chains, and

the like; indeed, so smothered was he in his wares that, as he

stood there, he had more the aspect of so

"You won't be wantin' ever a broom, now?" he repeated, in a

somewhat melancholy tone

"No," said I

"Nor yet a ested mournfully, "a fine leather belt wi'

a steel buckle em as ever was, and all for a

shillin'; what d'ye say to a fine belt?"

"That I have no need of one, thank you"

"Ah, well!" said the ht as ot the look of a buyer"

"Then why ask me?"

"Hinstinct!" said he, "it's jest hinstinct--it comes as nat'ral

to me as eatin', or walkin' these 'ere roads"

"Have you co down his bundle of

brooms