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 he was a sad dishonorable fellow, Dick Bunting; for, after I had been so kind to him, and let him off for three and twenty weeks the money he owed me, holidays came, and threepence he owned me still. Well, according to the common principles of practice, after six weeks’ holidays, he ought to have paid me exactly sixteen shilling, which was my due. For the

Nothing could be more just: and yet, will it be believed? when Bunting came back, he offered me three-halfpence! the mean, dishonest scoundrel!

However, I was even with him, I can tell you.— He spent all his money in a fortnight, and then I screwed him down! I made him, besides giving me a