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Chapter 13

           ButCharleyBates,atthismoment,callinghisattentionbyaperfectlyterrifichowl,hesuddenlyaltereditsdestination,andflungitfullatthatyounggentleman.

           ‘Why,whattheblazesisinthewindnow!’growledadeepvoice.‘Whopitchedthat‘ereatme?It’swellit’sthebeer,andnotthepot,ashitme,orI’dhavesettledsomebody.Imighthaveknow’d,asnobodybutaninfernal,rich,plundering,thunderingoldJewcouldaffordtothrowawayanydrinkbutwaterandnotthat,unlesshedonetheRiverCompanyeveryquarter.Wot’sitallabout,Fagin?Dme,ifmyneck-handkercheran’tlinedwithbeer!Comein,yousneakingwarmint;wotareyoustoppingoutsidefor,asifyouwasashamedofyourmaster!Comein!’

           Themanwhogrowledoutthesewords,wasastoutly-builtfellowofaboutfive-and-thirty,inablackvelveteencoat,verysoileddrabbreeches,lace-uphalfboots,andgreycottonstockingswhichinclosedabulkypairoflegs,withlargeswellingcalves;thekindoflegs,whichinsuchcostume,alwayslookinanunfinishedandincompletestatewithoutasetoffetterstogarnishthem.Hehadabrownhatonhishead,andadirtybelcherhandkerchiefroundhisneck:withthelongfrayedendsofwhichhesmearedthebeerfromhisfaceashespoke.Hedisclosed,whenhehaddoneso,abroadheavycountenancewithabeardofthreedays’growth,andtwoscowlingeyes;oneofwhichdisplayedvariousparti-colouredsymptomsofhavingbeenrecentlydamagedbyablow.

           ‘Comein,d’yehear?’growledthisengagingruffian.

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