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"I got a letter for you, missis," said Micky. "Sure it ain't for somebody else? Let's have a look at it." "No 'urry! Tork it over first that's my marxim! Look ye here. Miss Juliar, this is my way of putting of it. Here's three-halfpence, over the beer. Here's the corner of the letter, stickin' out of my porket. Now which'll you have, the letter or the three-halfpence? Make your ch'ice.
He went on to express an astute mistrust of investments, owing to the bad faith of Man, and wound up: "The money won't run away of itself, so long as you don't let it out of your porket." Into which receptacle Micky returned it, slapping the same in ratification of its security. "Then you button it in, Micky, and see you don't talk about it to no one.
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