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130 "Muttering strange oaths," the form turned round, and, raising itself upon that inhospitable part of the body in which the introduction of foreign feet is considered any thing but an honour, it fixed its dull blue eyes upon the face of the disturber of its slumbers, gradually opening them wider and wider, until they seemed to have enlarged themselves into proportions fit for the swallowing of the important truth that burst upon them, and then from the mouth of the creature issued—

"Queer my glims, if that ben't little Paul!"

"Ay, Dummie, here I am!—Not been long without being laid by the heels, you see!—Life is short; we must make the best use of our time!"

Upon this, Mr. Dunnaker—(it was no less respectable a person)—scrambled up from the floor, and, seating himself on the bench beside Paul, said, in a pitying tone—

"Vy, Laus-a-me! if you ben't knocked o' the head!—your poll's as bloody as Murphy's face ven his throat's cut!"