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Chapter 32. Going

           Why,goodpeople,whenhecomessmoothlyspinningthroughtheYardto-night,likeaslow-goingbenevolentHumming-Top,andwhenyoucomeabouthimwithyourcomplaintsoftheGrubber,youdon’tknowwhatacheattheProprietoris!Whatdoyouthinkofhisshowinghimselfto-night,thatImayhavealltheblameonMonday?Whatdoyouthinkofhishavinghadmeoverthecoalsthisveryevening,becauseIdon’tsqueezeyouenough?Whatdoyouthinkofmybeing,atthepresentmoment,underspecialorderstosqueezeyoudryonMonday?’

           Thereplywasgiveninamurmurof‘Shame!’and‘Shabby!’

           ‘Shabby?’snortedPancks.‘Yes,Ishouldthinkso!ThelotthatyourCasbybelongsto,istheshabbiestofallthelots.SettingtheirGrubberson,atawretchedpittance,todowhatthey’reashamedandafraidtodoandpretendnottodo,butwhattheywillhavedone,orgiveamannorest!ImposingonyoutogivetheirGrubbersnothingbutblame,andtogivethemnothingbutcredit!Why,theworst-lookingcheatinallthistownwhogetsthevalueofeighteenpenceunderfalsepretences,an’thalfsuchacheatasthissign-postofTheCasby’sHeadhere!’

           Criesof‘That’strue!’and‘Nomorehean’t!’

           ‘Andseewhatyougetofthesefellows,besides,’saidPancks.‘SeewhatmoreyougetofthesepreciousHumming-Tops,revolvingamongyouwithsuchsmoothnessthatyou’venoideaofthepatternpaintedon‘em,orthelittlewindowin‘em.Iwishtocallyourattentiontomyselfforamoment.Ian’tanagreeablestyleofchap,Iknowthatverywell.

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