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 "That's awright," answered the simple Grinder, "I won't let on. But out 'e goes, promp'. I'm obliged to yer, Mr. Weech. Er—r wot 'll yer take?"

Weech put away the suggestion with a virtuous palm:—"Nothink at all, Mr. Grinder, thanks all the same. I never touch nothink; an' I'm glad to—to do any moral job, so to speak, as comes in my way. 'Scatter seeds o' kindness' you know, as the—the Psalms says, Mr. Grinder. Your boy ain't back, is 'e?"

And after peering cautiously, Mr. Weech went his way.