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'I suppose, said Slyme with resentment, for he had some shares in a local building society, 'after a man's been careful, and scraping and saving and going without things he ought to 'ave 'ad all 'is life, and managed to buy a few 'ouses to support 'im in 'is old age they ought all to be took away from 'im? Some people, he added, 'ain't got common honesty.
He had been working with Slyme, who was papering a large boarded ceiling in a shop. It had to be covered with unbleached calico before it could be papered and when the work was done there were a number of narrow pieces of calico left over.
'I don't believe the bloody job's cut fine at all! said Philpot. 'Rushton is a pal of Sweater's and they're both members of the Town Council. 'That may be, replied Slyme; 'but all the same I believe Sweater got several other prices besides Rushton's friend or no friend; and you can't blame 'im: it's only business.
On his way home after the meeting Slyme had to pass by the 'Cricketers' and as he drew near the place he wondered if Easton was there, but he did not like to go and look in, because he was afraid someone might see him coming away and perhaps think he had been in to drink.
'Yes: and where's the money to come from for all this? shouted Crass, fiercely. 'Hear, hear, cried the man behind the moat. 'There's no money difficulty about it, replied Barrington. 'We can easily find all the money we shall need. 'Of course, said Slyme, who had been reading the Daily Ananias, 'there's all the money in the Post Office Savings Bank.
'This is dreadful. The rapacity of these people is absolutely frightful! 'It's not only the Spottletoes either, Tigg, said Slyme, looking at that gentleman and speaking at Mr Pecksniff. 'Anthony Chuzzlewit and his son have got wind of it, and have come down this afternoon. I saw 'em not five minutes ago, when I was waiting round the corner.
"No more lies. I have spoken to you already twice this week and ; do you know what hour it is? twelve o'clock! you begin your day early." "I assure you, sir," begins Slyme again. But Fabian will not listen: "Go," he says, briefly, with a disdainful motion of the hand, and in a tone not to be disobeyed.
"Think," says Portia, in a painful whisper. "Think! Fabian, you would not harm that old man." "My dear fellow, don't touch him," says Dicky Browne. "Don't. In your present frame of mind a gentle push of yours would be his death." "Death!" says old Slyme, in such a strange voice that instinctively they all listen to him. "It has no terrors for me."
Slyme replied that the fact that he was a Christian did not imply that he never did anything wrong: if he committed a sin, he was a Christian all the same, and it would be forgiven him for the sake of the Blood. As for this affair of the paper, it was a matter between himself and God, and Owen had no right to set himself up as a Judge.
As they walked along together, Easton confided to Owen that he had earned scarcely anything since he had been stood off at Rushton's, and what he had earned had gone, as usual, to pay the rent. Slyme had left them some time ago.
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