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'"It don't much matter, Sir," says Tom, "I ain't long for this world. Eight weeks of marriage, especially with this young woman, might reconcile me to my fate. I think," he says, "I could go off easy after that." With which he embraces her with a very dismal face, and groans in a way that might move a heart of stone - even of philosopher's stone. '"Egad," says the old gentleman, "that reminds me - this bustle put it out of my head - there was a figure wrong. He'll live to a green old age - eighty-seven at least!" '"How much, Sir?" cries Tom. '"Eighty-seven!" says the old gentleman. 'Without another word, Tom flings himself on the old gentleman's neck; throws up his hat; cuts a caper; defies the waiting-maid; and refers her to the butcher. '"You won't marry her!" says the old gentleman, angrily. '"And live after it!" says Tom. "I'd sooner marry a mermaid with a small-tooth comb and looking-glass." '"Then take the consequences," says the other. 'With those words - I beg your kind attention here, gentlemen, for it's worth your notice - the old gentleman wetted the forefinger of his right hand in some of the liquor from the crucible that was spilt on the floor, and drew a small triangle on Tom's forehead. The room swam before his eyes, and he found himself in the watch-house.' 'Found himself WHERE?' cried the vice, on behalf of the company generally. 'In the watch-house,' said the chairman. 'It was late at night, and he found himself in the very watch-house from which he had been let out that morning.' 'Did he go home?' asked the vice. |
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