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Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ter her. How brisk we are ! said Wegg. You wont run so gailyto your old shabby home, my girl. Youll have to go there,though. A little while, and the Secretary came out. I was passed over for you, said Wegg. But you hadbetter provide yourself with another situation, young man. Mr. Boffins shadow passed upon the blinds of three largewindows as he trotted down the room, and passed again as hewent back. Yoop! cried Wegg. Youre there, are you? Wheresthe bottle? You would give your bottle for my box, Dust-man ! Having now composed his mind for slumber, he turned home-ward. Such was the greed of the fellow, that his mind hadshot beyond halves, two-thirds, three-fourths, and gone straightto spoliation of the whole. Though that wouldnt quite do,he considered, growing cooler as he got away. Thats whatwould happen to him if he didnt buy us up. We should getnothing by that. We so judge others by ourselves, that it had never come intohis head before, that he might not buy us up, and might prove 2i
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THE EVIL GENIUS OF THE HOUSE OF BOFFIN. OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. 483 honest, and prefer to be poor. It caused him a slight tremoras it passed ; but a very slight one, for the idle thought wasgone directly, Hes grown too fond of rxioney for that, said Wegg; hesgrown too fond of money. The burden fell into a strain or tuneas he stumped along the pavements. All the way home hestumped it out of the rattling streets, piano with his own foot,and to7te with his wooden leg, Hes grown too fond of moneyfor THAT, hes grown too fond of money. Even next day Silas soothed himself with this melodious strain,when he was called out of bed at daybreak, to set open theyard-gate and admit the train of carts and horses that came tocarry off the little Mound. And all day long, as he kept un-winking watch on the slow process which promised to protractitself through many days and weeks, whenever (to save himselffrom being choked with dust) he patrolled a little cinderous beathe established for the purpose, without

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