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Exactly opposite to us was a door, on the frosted glass of which was painted in black letters: "PHILIP H. MAGG, AGENT" We opened the door and entered. A middle-aged man, dark and with Jewish features, was sitting writing at a desk. There was no one else in the room, which was quite a small one. He glanced at us both carelessly enough, and leaned back in his chair. "Good morning, Mr. Magg!"
"Why, it's your old one, Magg, that you had in the hedge that day." "Nay, not it. It's something like it, but this is an ever so much better one. Why, don't you recollect? That one used to get in the holes and wouldn't come out again for hours and hours." "Oh yes, I recollect, and how cold it was. This is it." "Why, don't I keep telling of you it ain't.
"Well," I said, as we stared at him, and he stared back at us, "aren't you going to begin?" "No," he said coolly. "Then what's the good of our coming?" "Oh, do begin, Magg! We shall soon have to run back. Where's old longbody?" "Yonder," said Magglin coolly, nodding his head at the slope just above us. "Not loose?" "Yes, he's loose." "But "
"And I don't think I shall pay you any more." "Nay, you must. Gents can't break their words." "But they can break blackguards' heads, Magg." "I ain't a blackguard, and I sold you the ferret fair and square. It weren't my fault you let it run down a hole in the loft." "When it proved directly that it was your old one, for there it stops."
"Aweel, she kens her ain mind best, gudeman. I hae made a clean house o' Jenny Balchristie, and her niece. They were a bad pack steal'd meat and mault, and loot the carters magg the coals I'm to be married the morn, and kirkit on Sunday." Whatever David felt, he was too proud and too steady-minded to show any unpleasant surprise in his countenance and manner.
Go to work like a man, and grow respectable," I said. "I should be ashamed to idle about as you do." "Why, aren't you two always idling about?" "No. We do our work first," I said. "I say, Magg, here comes Bob Hopley!" cried Mercer mischievously.
"As good a farret as ever run along a hole." "As bad a one as ever stopped in and wouldn't come out again." "And you turn like that on a fellow." "You're a cheat, Magg, and you took us in. That was your old ferret you sold me, and I wish I'd never paid you a shilling." "Nay, not you. It's a good farret, and you've only paid me four shillin' out of them five."
He means a parrot he's seen in its cage." "Nay, I don't," said the man. "I mean a big woodpecker down in Squire Hawkus Rye's woods." "Oh, Magg: get it for me!" "Nay, I dunno as I can. Old Hopley's on the look-out for me, and if I was to shoot that there bird, he'd swear it was a fezzan." "Perhaps it is," said Mercer, laughing. "Nay, not it, my lad," said the man, with a sly-looking smile.
We shook hands with the keeper, and then went into the cottage to buy a couple of Polly's turnovers, and found her looking very red-faced and shy, but she was businesslike enough over taking the money, and we went off browsing down the lane upon Polly's pastry and blackberry jam. "Magg wants to marry Polly," I said oracularly.
Magg was deputed to recover Captain Banger, and Mr. Chib himself to go in search of Mr. Tiddypot. The Captain was found in a conspicuous position, surveying the passing omnibuses from the top step of the front-door immediately adjoining the beadle's box; Mr. Tiddypot made a desperate attempt at resistance, but was overpowered by Mr. Mr.
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