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Mr. Boffins shadow passed upon the blinds of three large windows as he trotted down the room, and passed again as he went back. Yoop! cried Wegg. Youre there, are you? Wheres the bottle? You would give your bottle for my box, Dustman! Having now composed his mind for slumber, he turned homeward. Such was the greed of the fellow, that his mind had shot beyond halves, two-thirds, three-fourths, and gone straight to spoliation of the whole. Though that wouldnt quite do, he considered, growing cooler as he got away. Thats what would happen to him if he didnt buy us up. We should get nothing by that. We so judge others by ourselves, that it had never come into his head before, that he might not buy us up, and might prove honest, and prefer to be poor. It caused him a slight tremor as it passed; but a very slight one, for the idle thought was gone directly. Hes grown too fond of money for that, said Wegg; hes grown too fond of money. The burden fell into a strain or tune as he stumped along the pavements. All the way home he stumped it out of the rattling streets, piano with his own foot, and forte with his wooden leg, Hes GROWN too FOND of MONEY for 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 the yard-gate and admit the train of carts and horses that came to carry off the little Mound. And all day long, as he kept unwinking watch on the slow process which promised to protract itself through many days and weeks, whenever (to save himself from being choked with dust) he patrolled a little cinderous beat he established for the purpose, without taking his eyes from the diggers, he still stumped to the tune: Hes GROWN too FOND of MONEY for THAT, hes GROWN too FOND of MONEY. |
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