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‘
Twopence
-
halfpenny
,
’
says
the
landlord
,
‘
is
the
price
of
the
Genuine
Stunning
ale
.
’
‘
Then
,
’
says
I
,
producing
the
money
,
‘
just
draw
me
a
glass
of
the
Genuine
Stunning
,
if
you
please
,
with
a
good
head
to
it
.
’
The
landlord
looked
at
me
in
return
over
the
bar
,
from
head
to
foot
,
with
a
strange
smile
on
his
face
;
and
instead
of
drawing
the
beer
,
looked
round
the
screen
and
said
something
to
his
wife
.
She
came
out
from
behind
it
,
with
her
work
in
her
hand
,
and
joined
him
in
surveying
me
.
Here
we
stand
,
all
three
,
before
me
now
.
The
landlord
in
his
shirt
-
sleeves
,
leaning
against
the
bar
window
-
frame
;
his
wife
looking
over
the
little
half
-
door
;
and
I
,
in
some
confusion
,
looking
up
at
them
from
outside
the
partition
.
They
asked
me
a
good
many
questions
;
as
,
what
my
name
was
,
how
old
I
was
,
where
I
lived
,
how
I
was
employed
,
and
how
I
came
there
.
To
all
of
which
,
that
I
might
commit
nobody
,
I
invented
,
I
am
afraid
,
appropriate
answers
.
They
served
me
with
the
ale
,
though
I
suspect
it
was
not
the
Genuine
Stunning
;
and
the
landlord
’
s
wife
,
opening
the
little
half
-
door
of
the
bar
,
and
bending
down
,
gave
me
my
money
back
,
and
gave
me
a
kiss
that
was
half
admiring
and
half
compassionate
,
but
all
womanly
and
good
,
I
am
sure
.
I
know
I
do
not
exaggerate
,
unconsciously
and
unintentionally
,
the
scantiness
of
my
resources
or
the
difficulties
of
my
life
.
I
know
that
if
a
shilling
were
given
me
by
Mr
.
Quinion
at
any
time
,
I
spent
it
in
a
dinner
or
a
tea
.
I
know
that
I
worked
,
from
morning
until
night
,
with
common
men
and
boys
,
a
shabby
child
.
I
know
that
I
lounged
about
the
streets
,
insufficiently
and
unsatisfactorily
fed
.
I
know
that
,
but
for
the
mercy
of
God
,
I
might
easily
have
been
,
for
any
care
that
was
taken
of
me
,
a
little
robber
or
a
little
vagabond
.
Yet
I
held
some
station
at
Murdstone
and
Grinby
’
s
too
.
Besides
that
Mr
.
Quinion
did
what
a
careless
man
so
occupied
,
and
dealing
with
a
thing
so
anomalous
,
could
,
to
treat
me
as
one
upon
a
different
footing
from
the
rest
,
I
never
said
,
to
man
or
boy
,
how
it
was
that
I
came
to
be
there
,
or
gave
the
least
indication
of
being
sorry
that
I
was
there
.
That
I
suffered
in
secret
,
and
that
I
suffered
exquisitely
,
no
one
ever
knew
but
I
.
How
much
I
suffered
,
it
is
,
as
I
have
said
already
,
utterly
beyond
my
power
to
tell
.
But
I
kept
my
own
counsel
,
and
I
did
my
work
.
I
knew
from
the
first
,
that
,
if
I
could
not
do
my
work
as
well
as
any
of
the
rest
,
I
could
not
hold
myself
above
slight
and
contempt
.
I
soon
became
at
least
as
expeditious
and
as
skilful
as
either
of
the
other
boys
.
Though
perfectly
familiar
with
them
,
my
conduct
and
manner
were
different
enough
from
theirs
to
place
a
space
between
us
.
They
and
the
men
generally
spoke
of
me
as
‘
the
little
gent
’
,
or
‘
the
young
Suffolker
.
’
A
certain
man
named
Gregory
,
who
was
foreman
of
the
packers
,
and
another
named
Tipp
,
who
was
the
carman
,
and
wore
a
red
jacket
,
used
to
address
me
sometimes
as
‘
David
’
:
but
I
think
it
was
mostly
when
we
were
very
confidential
,
and
when
I
had
made
some
efforts
to
entertain
them
,
over
our
work
,
with
some
results
of
the
old
readings
;
which
were
fast
perishing
out
of
my
remembrance
.
Mealy
Potatoes
uprose
once
,
and
rebelled
against
my
being
so
distinguished
;
but
Mick
Walker
settled
him
in
no
time
.
My
rescue
from
this
kind
of
existence
I
considered
quite
hopeless
,
and
abandoned
,
as
such
,
altogether
.
I
am
solemnly
convinced
that
I
never
for
one
hour
was
reconciled
to
it
,
or
was
otherwise
than
miserably
unhappy
;
but
I
bore
it
;
and
even
to
Peggotty
,
partly
for
the
love
of
her
and
partly
for
shame
,
never
in
any
letter
(
though
many
passed
between
us
)
revealed
the
truth
.
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
difficulties
were
an
addition
to
the
distressed
state
of
my
mind
.
In
my
forlorn
state
I
became
quite
attached
to
the
family
,
and
used
to
walk
about
,
busy
with
Mrs
.
Micawber
’
s
calculations
of
ways
and
means
,
and
heavy
with
the
weight
of
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
debts
.
On
a
Saturday
night
,
which
was
my
grand
treat
,
-
partly
because
it
was
a
great
thing
to
walk
home
with
six
or
seven
shillings
in
my
pocket
,
looking
into
the
shops
and
thinking
what
such
a
sum
would
buy
,
and
partly
because
I
went
home
early
,
—
Mrs
.
Micawber
would
make
the
most
heart
-
rending
confidences
to
me
;
also
on
a
Sunday
morning
,
when
I
mixed
the
portion
of
tea
or
coffee
I
had
bought
over
-
night
,
in
a
little
shaving
-
pot
,
and
sat
late
at
my
breakfast
.
It
was
nothing
at
all
unusual
for
Mr
.
Micawber
to
sob
violently
at
the
beginning
of
one
of
these
Saturday
night
conversations
,
and
sing
about
jack
’
s
delight
being
his
lovely
Nan
,
towards
the
end
of
it
.
I
have
known
him
come
home
to
supper
with
a
flood
of
tears
,
and
a
declaration
that
nothing
was
now
left
but
a
jail
;
and
go
to
bed
making
a
calculation
of
the
expense
of
putting
bow
-
windows
to
the
house
,
‘
in
case
anything
turned
up
’
,
which
was
his
favourite
expression
.
And
Mrs
.
Micawber
was
just
the
same
.
