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Updated: May 19, 2025
To start with, he was dead against my having anybody at all; wanted me all to himself, naturally; but anything rather than kill the goose! So he is to have a fiver a week while he keeps me alive, and he's going to be married next month. That's a pity in some ways, but a good thing in others; he will want more money than he foresees, and he may always be of use to us at a pinch.
"Waal, I'll be gosh durned!" sez Leander. That wuz all he said, and he couldn't do nothin' at all, f'r that book-agent, Lemuel Higgins, had the dead wood on him, the mean, sneakin' critter! So the years passed on, one of them cyclopeedies showin' up now 'nd then, sometimes every two years 'nd sometimes every four, but allus at a time when Leander found it pesky hard to give up a fiver.
I was tempted to sell it to the mate for three pounds, but I couldn't quite make up my mind, and told him to come again the next morning. That very night the two Swedes broke into the shop. The police caught them. They're always on the look-out round my place, knowing that it's a fiver to them on the quiet if they catch anyone breaking in. The Swedes got three months apiece. That made up my mind.
Cuthbert's with a New College man, who thought we should have to pay more than two pounds. "Carter will be so precious sick at being hooted in the street, we shan't get off under a fiver each," he said, and when I got back to college I went up to Jack's rooms to wait and see what he thought we should have to pay. I was nearly asleep when Jack came in.
"I'll give you a fiver," said Durkin thickly, "if you'll gi' me a lift!" He held the money in his hand, as he stumbled and panted to the wagon-step. That put an end to all argument. "Climb in, then quick!" cried the big driver, as he caught his passenger by a tattered coat sleeve and helped him up into the high-perched seat.
"Tell him what we're driving at. Get it into his head somehow," said Moorshed; and Pyecroft, snatching the cup from me, enfolded the old man with an arm and a mist of wonderful words. "And if you pull it off," said Moorshed at the last, "I'll give you a fiver." "Lard! What's fivers to me, young man?
"Oh, don't get crackly just because you're a Buffalo bill," says the fiver. "You'd be limp, too, if you'd been stuffed down in a thick cotton-and-lisle-thread under an elastic all day, and the thermometer not a degree under 85 in the store." "I never heard of a pocketbook like that," says I. "Who carried you?" "A shopgirl," says the five-spot. "What's that?" I had to ask.
Happily to-day we seem to be in for a quick thing, for before the whip has had time to get to the end of the covert, hounds are away, without a sound, and we start off fully two hundred yards behind them. The old fox, for a fiver!
It's 'do this, Rake, 'do that'; and he never remembers 'tisn't done by magic. But he's a true gentleman, Mr. Cecil; never grudge a guinea, or a fiver to you; never out of temper either, always have a kind word for you if you want, thoro'bred every inch of him; see him bring down a rocketer, or lift his horse over the Broad Water!
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