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the wet sod, where earth-grubs and snails are her neighbours.—Disappointed, ha! ha! ha!—But I have other things which thou must do for me in the mean time—nay, don't scowl so—things that must be done.—Ha! here comes Beacham's man with the money.

Domineering insolence! it is insufferable.

Good morning, Mr. Martin; how is your master? You have brought, I see, the little sum that was left unsettled between us. He is an honourable fellow. But thou shakest thy head, man; thou lookest ruefully.

Come honesty first, and honour will follow.

Fogh! some old saw of your grandmother's; quite out of date now, my good friend. Look not so grum at me; there is something to make thee more cheerful. (Offering him money with one hand, while he receives the bag with the other.)

I'll have nothing of yours. Sir.