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Comprising a brief Description of the Company at the Peacock assembled; and a Tale told by a Bagman

           

           ‘"I’llastonishyou,"saidTom,puttinghishandinhispocket.

           ‘"Ifitis,thathewantsmoney,"saidthewidow,"Iknowthatalready,andyouneedn’ttroubleyourself."‘"Pooh,nonsense,that’snothing,"saidTomSmart,"Iwantmoney.‘Tain’tthat."

           ‘"Oh,dear,whatcanitbe?"exclaimedthepoorwidow.

           ‘"Don’tbefrightened,"saidTomSmart.Heslowlydrewforththeletter,andunfoldedit."Youwon’tscream?"saidTomdoubtfully.

           ‘"No,no,"repliedthewidow;"letmeseeit."

           ‘"Youwon’tgofaintingaway,oranyofthatnonsense?"saidTom.

           ‘"No,no,"returnedthewidowhastily.

           ‘"Anddon’trunout,andblowhimup,"saidTom;"becauseI’lldoallthatforyou.Youhadbetternotexertyourself."

           ‘"Well,well,"saidthewidow,"letmeseeit."

           ‘"Iwill,"repliedTomSmart;and,withthesewords,heplacedtheletterinthewidow’shand.

           ‘Gentlemen,Ihaveheardmyunclesay,thatTomSmartsaidthewidow’slamentationswhensheheardthedisclosurewouldhavepiercedaheartofstone.Tomwascertainlyverytender–hearted,buttheypiercedhis,totheverycore.Thewidowrockedherselftoandfro,andwrungherhands.

           ‘"Oh,thedeceptionandvillainyoftheman!"saidthewidow.

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