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What business had a man like this to ask him to stay with him a man who dined by daylight, and ladled his meat with a great two-pronged fork? Facey, though he saw Mr.
and said that was where Sponge would have to curl himself up, our friend shook his head, and declared he could not. 'Oh, fiddle! replied Facey, 'Jack Weatherley slept in it for months, and he's half a hand higher than you sixteen hands, if he's an inch. And Sponge jerked his head and bit his lips, thinking he was 'done' for once.
Night had now closed in a keen, boisterous, wintry night, making the pocketful of coals that ornamented the grate peculiarly acceptable. 'B-o-y Jove, what a night! exclaimed Facey, as a blash of sleet dashed across the window as if some one had thrown a handful of pebbles against it.
'Well, then, I'll play you me oncle's favourite tune, "The Merry Swiss Boy," whereupon Facey set to most vigorously with that once most popular air.
Sponge, and hearing that he had come into the country to hunt, it occurred to him that it would be a capital thing if he could get him to take Mother Overend's spare bed and lodge with him, twelve shillings a week being more than Facey liked paying for his rooms.
Why, I thought you liked music, my dear feller! adding, 'I was playin' to please you. 'The deuce you were! snapped Mr. Sponge. 'I wish I'd known sooner: I'd have saved you a deal of wind. 'Why, my dear feller, replied Facey, 'I wished to entertain you the best in my power. One must do somethin', you know.
You can put your shavin'-things on the chair below the lookin'-glass 'gainst the wall, pointing to a fragment of glass nailed against the stencilled wall, all of which Sponge stood eyeing with a mingled air of resignation and contempt; but when Facey pointed to: 'The chest, contrived a double debt to pay A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day'
''Ord rot ye! you're awake, muttered Facey to himself, well knowing that no one could sleep after such a 'Jim-Crow-ing' and 'Swiss-boy-ing' as he had given him. He therefore resumed his battery, thumping as though he would knock the partition in. 'HALLOO! at last exclaimed Mr. Sponge, 'who's there? 'Well, old Sivin-Pund-Ten, how goes it? asked Facey, in a tone of the keenest irony.
Charley Romford, or Facey, as he was commonly called, from his being the admitted most impudent man in the country, was a great, round-faced, coarse-featured, prize-fighting sort of fellow, who lived chiefly by his wits, which he exercised in all the legitimate lines of industry poaching, betting, boxing, horse-dealing, cards, quoits anything that came uppermost.
This seemed all fair and reasonable; and as Sponge conned matters over, through the benign influence of the ''baccy, he really thought Facey mightn't be such a bad beggar after all. 'Well, then, said he, as he finished cigar and glass together, 'if you'll give me eight-and-twenty bob, I'll be off to Bedfordshire. 'You'll give me my revenge surely! exclaimed Facey, in pretended astonishment.
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