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his agile fingers "And 'ow

cove?" he went on affably, "bobbish, I 'ope--fair an' bobbish?"

As he spoke, with a sudden, dexterousupon my wrists, so quickly that, at the contact of the

cold steel, I started, and as I did so, soa sharp glance at my shackled wrists

--"there--noe're all 'appy an' cos nice an' quiet, an'--so long as you do--I'm

your friend--Bob's my name, an' bobbish is my natur' Lord!--the

way I've seen ht o' theeous! But you--why, you're a

different kidney--you're my kind, you are what do you say,

Jererowled that individual

"Don't mind Jeremy," winked the other; "it's just 'is

per-werseness Lord! 'e is the per-wersest codger you ever see!

Why, 'e finds fault wi' the Pope o' Rome, jest because 'e's in

the 'abit o' lettin' coves kiss 'is toe--I've 'eard Jeremy work

'isself up over the Pope an' a pint o' porter, till you'd 'ave

thought--"