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Chapter 19

           Now,mydear,aboutthatcribatChertsey;whenisittobedone,Bill,eh?Whenisittobedone?Suchplate,mydear,suchplate!’saidtheJew:rubbinghishands,andelevatinghiseyebrowsinaraptureofanticipation.

           ‘Notatall,’repliedSikescoldly.

           ‘Nottobedoneatall!’echoedtheJew,leaningbackinhischair.

           ‘No,notatall,’rejoinedSikes.‘Atleastitcan’tbeaput-upjob,asweexpected.

           ‘Thenithasn’tbeenproperlygoneabout,’saidtheJew,turningpalewithanger.‘Don’ttellme!’

           ‘ButIwilltellyou,’retortedSikes.‘Whoareyouthat’snottobetold?ItellyouthatTobyCrackithasbeenhangingabouttheplaceforafortnight,andhecan’tgetoneoftheservantsinline.

           ‘Doyoumeantotellme,Bill,’saidtheJew:softeningastheothergrewheated:‘thatneitherofthetwomeninthehousecanbegotover?’

           ‘Yes,Idomeantotellyouso,’repliedSikes.‘Theoldladyhashad’emthesetwentyyears;andifyouweretogive’emfivehundredpound,theywouldn’tbeinit.

           ‘Butdoyoumeantosay,mydear,’remonstratedtheJew,‘thatthewomencan’tbegotover?’

           ‘Notabitofit,’repliedSikes.

           ‘NotbyflashTobyCrackit?’saidtheJewincredulously.‘Thinkwhatwomenare,Bill,’

           ‘No;notevenbyflashTobyCrackit,’repliedSikes.‘Hesayshe’swornshamwhiskers,andacanarywaistcoat,thewholeblessedtimehe’sbeenloiteringdownthere,andit’sallofnouse.

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