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"I suppose if we all wants to ax for our own, we needn't ax leave of you first, Mr Bunce, big a man as you are; and as to your sneaking in here, into Job's room when he's busy, and where you're not wanted " "I've knowed Job Skulpit, man and boy, sixty years," said Bunce, looking at the man of whom he spoke, "and that's ever since the day he was born.
It ain't nothing to you what I does; and your spying and poking here won't do no good nor yet no harm." "I suppose then, Job," continued Bunce, not noticing his opponent, "if the truth must out, you've stuck your name to that petition of theirs at last." Skulpit looked as though he were about to sink into the ground with shame. "What is it to you what he signs?" said Handy.
And after that old Skulpit toddled up from the hospital," this was Hiram's Hospital, of which establishment, in the city of Barchester, Mr Harding had once been the warden and kind master, as has been told in former chronicles of the city, "and your papa has said, ma'am, you know, that he is always to see any of the old men when they come up.
&c., and places were duly designated in pencil for those brethren who were now expected to join: for Skulpit alone was left a spot on which his genuine signature might be written in fair clerk-like style. Handy had brought in the document, and spread it out on the small deal table, and was now standing by it persuasive and eager.
"Come, Skulpit," repeated Handy, getting impatient, "you're not going to go along with old Bunce in helping that parson to rob us all. Take the pen, man, and right yourself. Well," he added, seeing that Skulpit still doubted, "to see a man as is afraid to stand by hisself is, to my thinking, the meanest thing as is."
"I tell ye what I'd be afraid of I'd be afraid of not getting nothing from 'em but just what I could take by might and right; that's the most I'd be afraid on of any parson of 'em all." "But," said Skulpit, apologetically, "Mr Harding's not so bad; he did give us twopence a day, didn't he now?" "Twopence a day!" exclaimed Spriggs with scorn, opening awfully the red cavern of his lost eye.
I knowed the mother that bore him, when she and I were little wee things, picking daisies together in the close yonder; and I've lived under the same roof with him more nor ten years; and after that I may come into his room without axing leave, and yet no sneaking neither." "So you can, Mr Bunce," said Skulpit; "so you can, any hour, day or night."
How The Jupiter had affirmed that each one of them "each one of us, Jonathan Crumple, think of that!" had a clear right to a hundred a year; and that if The Jupiter had said so, it was better than a decision of the Lord Chancellor: and then he carried about the paper, supplied by Mr Finney, which, though none of them could read it, still afforded in its very touch and aspect positive corroboration of what was told them; and Jonathan Crumple pondered deeply over his returning wealth; and Job Skulpit saw how right he had been in signing the petition, and said so many scores of times; and Spriggs leered fearfully with his one eye; and Moody, as he more nearly approached the coming golden age, hated more deeply than ever those who still kept possession of what he so coveted.
There is no help for spilt milk; and Mr Bunce could only retire to his own room, disgusted at the frailty of human nature. Job Skulpit scratched his head; Jonathan Crumple again remarked, that, "for sartain, sure a hundred a year was very nice;" and Billy Gazy again rubbed his eyes, and lowly muttered that "he didn't know."
As for me, I cannot say what should be the disposition of these moneys, or how they should be managed, and I have therefore thought it best to go." "We never wanted to drive your reverence out of it," said Handy. "No, indeed, your reverence," said Skulpit. "We never thought it would come to this. When I signed the petition, that is, I didn't sign it, because "
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