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After looking at him in silence for some moments, Dennis, who was greatly relieved to find him in this mood, drew the chair towards his rough couch and sat down near himtaking the precaution, however, to keep out of the range of his brawny arm. Well said, brother; nothing could be better said, he ventured to observe. Well eat and drink of the best, and sleep our best, and make the best of it every way. Anything can be got for money. Lets spend it merrily. Aye, said Hugh, coiling himself into a new position.Where is it? Why, they took mine from me at the lodge, said Mr Dennis; but mines a peculiar case. Is it? They took mine too. Why then, I tell you what, brother, Dennis began. You must look up your friends My friends! cried Hugh, starting up and resting on his hands. Where are my friends? Your relations then, said Dennis. Ha ha ha! laughed Hugh, waving one arm above his head. He talks of friends to metalks of relations to a man whose mother died the death in store for her son, and left him, a hungry brat, without a face he knew in all the world! He talks of this to me! Brother, cried the hangman, whose features underwent a sudden change, you dont mean to say I mean to say, Hugh interposed, that they hung her up at Tyburn. What was good enough for her, is good enough for me. Let them do the like by me as soon as they pleasethe sooner the better. Say no more to me. Im going to sleep. But I want to speak to you; I want to hear more about that, said Dennis, changing colour. If youre a wise man, growled Hugh, raising his head to look at him with a frown, youll hold your tongue. I tell you Im going to sleep. Dennis venturing to say something more in spite of this caution, the desperate fellow struck at him with all his force, and missing him, lay down again with many muttered oaths and imprecations, and turned his face towards the wall. After two or three ineffectual twitches at his dress, which he was hardy enough to venture upon, notwithstanding his dangerous humour, Mr Dennis, who burnt, for reasons of his own, to pursue the conversation, had no alternative but to sit as patiently as he could: waiting his further pleasure. |
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