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Wondering at this, and changing his tunes to suit his own varying moods, he gradually came to plaintive songs, and then to psalms and hymns. At last Big Chief seemed satisfied, and bade his slave good-night. "He's a wonderful c'racter," remarked Jarwin to Cuffy, as he lay down to rest that night, "a most onaccountable sort o' man.
"But you sees the real gentleman, who han't got his bread to get, can hafford to 'spise his c'racter in the world. A poor tinker must be timbersome and nice in his 'sociations. But sit down here a bit, Lenny; I've summat to say to ye!" "To me?" "To ye. Give the neddy a shove out i' the vay, and sit down, I say." Lenny rather reluctantly, and somewhat superciliously, accepted this invitation.
"Well, it don't matter what it means it's nothin' or nonsense, if you like but wot do you mean, old man, `that's the rub, as Hamblet, or some such c'racter, said to his father-in-law; you ain't in airnest, are you?" "Jowin," answered the Chief, with immovable gravity, "I not onderstan' you. Wot you mean by airnest?"
Why, Lord now, I doesn't want to 'tice you; but this I does know, the justices are very anxious to catch Lovett; and one who gives him up, and says a word or two about his c'racter, so as to make conviction sartain, may himself be sartain of a free pardon for all little sprees and so forth!" "Ah!" said Long Ned, with a sigh, "that is all very well, Mr.
"But you sees the real gentleman, who han't got his bread to get, can hafford to 'spise his c'racter in the world. A poor tinker must be timbersome and nice in his 'sociations. But sit down here a bit, Lenny; I've summat to say to ye!" "To me?" "To ye. Give the neddy a shove out i' the vay, and sit down, I say." Lenny rather reluctantly, and somewhat superciliously, accepted this invitation.
But, Phil, who d'yee think would be suitable men to make members of?" "Well, let me see," said Phil, again laying down his tools, and looking at the floor with a thoughtful air, "there's Long Poker, he's a long-legged, good-hearted fellow fond o' the newspapers." "Yes," put in Pax, "Poker'll do for one. He'd be a capital member. Long and thin as a literary c'racter ought to be, and pliable too.
Why, Lord now, I doesn't want to 'tice you; but this I does know, the justices are very anxious to catch Lovett; and one who gives him up, and says a word or two about his c'racter, so as to make conviction sartain, may himself be sartain of a free pardon for all little sprees and so forth!" "Ah!" said Long Ned, with a sigh, "that is all very well, Mr.
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