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Joe Toddyhigh had been a poor boy with him at Hull, and had oftentimes divided his last penny and parted his last crust to relieve his wants; for though Joe was a destitute child in those times, he was as faithful and affectionate in his friendship as ever man of might could be. They parted one day to seek their fortunes in different directions.
Joe Toddyhigh had never been in the capital of Europe before, and he wandered up and down the streets that night amazed at the number of churches and other public buildings, the splendour of the shops, the riches that were heaped up on every side, the glare of light in which they were displayed, and the concourse of people who hurried to and fro, indifferent, apparently, to all the wonders that surrounded them.
O! give me your hand, Jack, both hands, both, for the sake of old times. 'You pinch me, sir. You're a-hurting of me, said the Lord Mayor elect pettishly. 'Don't, suppose anybody should come, Mr. Toddyhigh, sir. 'Mr. Toddyhigh! repeated the other ruefully. 'O, don't bother, said the Lord Mayor elect, scratching his head. 'Dear me! Why, I thought you was dead. What a fellow you are!
They ceased to speak, and looked upward at the moon. The sight of their large, black, rolling eyes filled Joe Toddyhigh with such horror that he could scarcely draw his breath. Still they took no note of him, and appeared to believe themselves quite alone.
And now at last, and when it might least have been expected, here was this Joe Toddyhigh turning up and claiming acquaintance with a great public character, who on the morrow would be cracking jokes with the Prime Minister of England, and who had only, at any time during the next twelve months, to say the word, and he could shut up Temple Bar, and make it no thoroughfare for the king himself!
Joe Toddyhigh glanced involuntarily at the eastern window, and saw the first pale gleam of morning. He turned his head again towards the other window in which the Giants had been seated. It was empty. The cask of wine was gone, and he could dimly make out that the two great figures stood mute and motionless upon their pedestals.
Joe Toddyhigh instinctively stooped down, and, more dead than alive, felt his hair stand on end, his knees knock together, and a cold damp break out upon his forehead.
'I am sure I don't know what to say, Mr. Toddyhigh, said the Lord Mayor elect; 'I really don't. It's very inconvenient. I'd sooner have given twenty pound, it's very inconvenient, really. A thought had come into his mind, that perhaps his old friend might say something passionate which would give him an excuse for being angry himself. No such thing.
The port wine fled for a moment from the fruiterer's nose as he muttered, 'Joe Toddyhigh! What about Joe Toddyhigh? 'I am Joe Toddyhigh, cried the visitor. 'Look at me, look hard at me, harder, harder. You know me now? You know little Joe again? What a happiness to us both, to meet the very night before your grandeur!
The Lord Mayor elect thought of this, and turning to the stranger, and sternly bidding him 'go out of his private counting-house, brought forward the three hundred and seventy-two fat capons, and went on with his account. 'Do you remember, said the other, stepping forward, 'DO you remember little Joe Toddyhigh?
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