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Now as Barnabas stood thus, he heard another sigh, and glancing up

beheld Mr Shrig seated at the little Cobbler's bench, with a

guttering candle at his elbow and a hat upon his fist, which he

appeared to be exa with lively interest

"Sir," said he, as Barnabas approached, wondering, "I' at your castor"

"Oh!" said Barnabas

"Sir, it's a werry good 'at as 'ats go, but it's no kind of an 'at

for you to-night"

"And why not, Mr Shrig?"

"Because it ain't 'in windictiveness--in the shape

of a bludgeon, shall ve say, and as for a brick--v'y, Lord! And

theer's an unco for you--as you , I'm afraid I don't understand you"

"Sir, d' ye ot

'isself kicked to death by an 'orse?"

"Yes"

"And d' yeJian'?"

"Yes, they tried to rob ht, sir,--only I scared 'eot certain other coves as you and me had a bit

of a turn-up vith v'en I sez to you 'Run,' and you sez to g according?"