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Treats of divers little Matters which occurred in the Fleet, and of Mr. Winkle’s mysterious Behaviou

           Hewasalittleman,and,beinghalfdoubledupashelayinbed,lookedaboutaslongasheoughttohavebeenwithouthislegs.Hehadagreatredpipeinhismouth,andwassmoking,andstaringattherush-light,inastateofenviableplacidity.

           ‘Haveyoubeenherelong?’inquiredSam,breakingthesilencewhichhadlastedforsometime.

           ‘Twelveyear,’repliedthecobbler,bitingtheendofhispipeashespoke.

           ‘Contempt?’inquiredSam.

           Thecobblernodded.

           ‘Well,then,’saidSam,withsomesternness,‘wotdoyoupersevereinbein’obstinitfor,vastin’yourpreciouslifeaway,inthisheremagnifiedpound?Wydon’tyougivein,andtelltheChancellorshipthatyou’rewerysorryformakin’hiscourtcontemptible,andyouwon’tdosonomore?’

           Thecobblerputhispipeinthecornerofhismouth,whilehesmiled,andthenbroughtitbacktoitsoldplaceagain;butsaidnothing.

           ‘Wydon’tyou?’saidSam,urginghisquestionstrenuously.

           ‘Ah,’saidthecobbler,‘youdon’tquiteunderstandthesematters.Whatdoyousupposeruinedme,now?’

           ‘Wy,’saidSam,trimmingtherush-light,‘Is’posethebeginnin’wos,thatyougotintodebt,eh?’

           ‘Neverowedafarden,’saidthecobbler;‘tryagain.

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