. Captains all. bout the idea that I shot you all, 8esBob. I want my character cleared. Ocourse, they cant prove anything against me—Ive got my witnesses. But, taking onething with another, I see now that it doeslook suspicious, and I dont suppose any of I90 FOUR PIGEONS youll get any more of your money. is so sick o being laughed at, hell jumpat anything. You dursnt do it, Bob, ses Peter, all ofa tremble. It aint me, Peter, old pal, ses Bob, itsmy friend. But I dont mind stopping im forthe sake of old times if I get my arf. Hedlisten to me, I feel sure. At fust Peter said he wouldnt
. Captains all. bout the idea that I shot you all, 8esBob. I want my character cleared. Ocourse, they cant prove anything against me—Ive got my witnesses. But, taking onething with another, I see now that it doeslook suspicious, and I dont suppose any of I90 FOUR PIGEONS youll get any more of your money. is so sick o being laughed at, hell jumpat anything. You dursnt do it, Bob, ses Peter, all ofa tremble. It aint me, Peter, old pal, ses Bob, itsmy friend. But I dont mind stopping im forthe sake of old times if I get my arf. Hedlisten to me, I feel sure. At fust Peter said he wouldnt get a farthingout of im if his friend wrote letters till Dooms-day ; but by-and-by he thought better of it,and asked Bob to stay there while he went downto see Sam and Walter about it. When ecame back hed got the fust weeks money forBob Pretty ; but he said he left Walter Bellcarrying on like a madman, and, as for SamJones, he was that upset e didnt believe hedlast out the night. THE TEMPTATIONOF SAMUEL BURGE. The Temptation of SamuelBurge lyyTR. HIGGS, jeweller, sat in the smallparlour behind his shop, gazing hun-grily at a supper-table which had been laidsome time before. It was a quarter to ten bythe small brass clock on the mantelpiece, andthe jeweller rubbing his hands over the firetried in vain to remember what etiquette hadto say about starting a meal before the arrivalof an expected guest. He must be coming by the last train afterall, sir, said the housekeeper entering theroom and glancing at the clock. I supposethese London gentlemen keep such late hoursthey dont understand us country folk wantingto get to bed in decent time. You must bewanting your supper, sir. 183 Ij 194 TEMPTATION OF BURGE Mr. Higgs sighed. I shall be glad of mysupper, he said slowly, but I dare say ourfriend is hungrier still. Travelling is hungrywork. Perhaps he is thinking over his wordsfor the seventh day, said the housekeepersolemnly. Forgetting hunger and thirst andall our poor earthly
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