Приключения Гекльберри Финна

Chapter 19

           Ididn’twaitfornobreakfast—Iwarn’thungry."

           "Oldman,"saidtheyoungone,"Ireckonwemightdouble-teamittogether;whatdoyouthink?"

           "Iain’tundisposed.What’syourline—mainly?"

           "Jourprinterbytrade;doalittleinpatentmedicines;theater-actor—tragedy,youknow;takeaturntomesmerismandphrenologywhenthere’sachance;teachsinging-geographyschoolforachange;slingalecturesometimes—oh,Idolotsofthings—mostanythingthatcomeshandy,soitain’twork.What’syourlay?"

           "I’vedoneconsiderbleinthedoctoringwayinmytime.Layin’ono’handsismybestholt—forcancerandparalysis,andsichthings;andIk’ntellafortuneprettygoodwhenI’vegotsomebodyalongtofindoutthefactsforme.Preachin’smyline,too,andworkin’camp-meetin’s,andmissionaryin’around."

           Nobodyneversaidanythingforawhile;thentheyoungmanhoveasighandsays:

           "Alas!"

           "What’reyoualassin’about?"saysthebald-head.

           "TothinkIshouldhavelivedtobeleadingsuchalife,andbedegradeddownintosuchcompany."Andhebeguntowipethecornerofhiseyewitharag.

           "Dernyourskin,ain’tthecompanygoodenoughforyou?"saysthebaldhead,prettypertanduppish.

           "Yes,itISgoodenoughforme;it’sasgoodasIdeserve;forwhofetchedmesolowwhenIwassohigh?Ididmyself.

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