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things away (I got my eye on ye, Jeremy!)--no, there's nothin'

like a pipe o' 'bacca Look at me--I were the per-wersest infant

that ever was, till I took to smokin', and to-day, whatever I arained, and many a misfort'nate

cove, as is now no enerally always do!" growled Jere the

rum-bottle with his teeth

"No, Jerry, no," returned the other, blowing out a cloud of

smoke; "misfort'nates ain't all the sahers, and Pray-ers, and Silent

Ones, and the silent coves is the dangerousest--(arter you wi'

the bottle, Jereently with his pipe-stem, "you ain't exactly talkative, in

fact--not wishin' no offense, I ht say as you was inclined to

be one o' the Silent Ones Not as I 'olds that again' you--far

fro cove as 'ad the ery, and who--arter me a-talkin' and

a-chattin' to 'ied to commit

sooicide--under my very nose--which were 'ardly nice, or even

respectable, considerin'--(arter you wi' the bottle, Jeremy!)"