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And the years pass, and that beautiful furniture and that system of ventilation are not achieved. And then one day they die, and friends come to the funeral and remark: "Dear me! How stuffy this room is, and the shop's practically full of trash!"
Now you know that old Wilkins never axed no more than threepence. Now, how we're to pay at that rate comes to more than my knowledge. Jim hadn't the dirt, although he had brought his threepence; so his blinkers are left there in limbo." "We must find out another man; the shop's to let, and all handy. Suppose we speak to the governor?"
They sat there for over an hour and a 'arf talking, and then Sam, with a look at Ginger, said they must be going, because he 'ad got to call for a pair o' boots he 'ad left to be mended. "Why, Sam, wot are you thinking of?" ses Peter, who didn't want anybody to 'ave wot he couldn't. "Why, the shop's shut." "I don't think so," ses Sam, glaring at 'im. "Anyway, we can go and see."
Cupid, the evening before, had carried a flat, square parcel like a shop's account-books to be written up under the home lamp. Staring at Landry, Chester rather dropped the words than spoke them: "Think of it! The awful pity! For the like of her! Of her! Why, how on earth ? No, don't tell!
"W'at do I want of a character? I'll chuck the 'ole thing, and damned lively, too. The shop's to be sold out, an' my place is gone any'ow. I'm agoing to enlist, or try the gold fields. I've lived too long with h'artists; I'd never give satisfaction in livery now. You know 'ow it is yourself, sir; there ayn't no life like it, no'ow."
I'm going to get rich and I'm going to get rich QUICK that's all that's the matter with me!" "But, Jim," she broke in tenderly "you did earn an honest living. Your workshop proves that." "I've used that to improve my tools and melt the swag the past year. The shop's all right." "But you did make a successful invention?" "You bet I did," he answered savagely, "and that's why I quit the business.
And Jeff went back to the shop so quiet have you ever seen an animal that is stricken through, how quiet it seems to move? Well, that's how he walked. And since that, though it's quite a little while ago, the shop's open till eleven every night now, and Jeff is shaving away to pay back that five hundred that Johnson, the livery man, sent to the Cubans, and Pathetic? tut! tut!
I described her hat with the blue wings, her companion with the Pomeranian, the very hour of her visit, but my persistence brought only the information that hundreds of the shop's patronesses wore blue wings and thousands carried Pomeranians.
'Yes of course, she said, in a sharp nasty tone, as if to say, 'Is there anything more you want while the shop's open? I'd met just the same sort of woman years before while I was carrying swag between the shearing-sheds in the awful scrubs out west of the Darling river, so I didn't turn on my heels and walk away. I waited for her to speak again. 'Come inside, she said, 'and sit down.
In 1800, when the price of wheat rose to 184s a quarter, a poor woman dropped dead in the market place of starvation. At once a mob collected, hoisted a quartern-loaf on a pole with the label "We will have Bread or Blood," and started to pillage the shop's in High Street.
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