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saw him as I never saw him before, namly, reglar drunk. He staggered about the room, he danced, he hickipd, he swoar, he flung me a heap of silver, and, finely, he sunk down exosted on his bed; I pullin off his boots and close, and making him comfrabble. When I had removed his garmints, I did what it's the doty of every servant to do--I emtied his pockits, and looked at his pockit-book and all his letters: a number of axdents have been prevented that way. I found there, among a heap of things, the following pretty dockyment: +-------------------------------------------+ | I. O. U. | | L4700 | | THOMAS SMITH DAWKINS | | | | _Friday,_ | | _16th January_ | +-------------------------------------------+ There was another bit of paper of the same kind--"I.O.U. four hundred pounds, Richard Blewitt:" but this, in cors, ment nothink. * * * * * Nex mornin, at nine, master was up, and as sober as a judg. He drest, and was off to Mr. Dawkins. At 10 he ordered a cab, and the two genlm went together. "Where shall he drive, sir?" says I. "Oh, tell him to drive to the Bank." Pore Dawkins! his eyes red with remors and sleepliss drankenniss, gave a shudder and a sob, as he sunk back in the wehicle; and they drove on. That day he sold out every hapny he was worth, xcept five hundred pounds. * * * * * Abowt 12 master had returned, and Mr. Dick Blewitt came stridin up the stairs with a sollum and important hair. "Is your master at home?" says he. "Yes, sir," says I; and in he walks. I, in coars, with my ear to the keyhole, listening with all my mite. "Well," says Blewitt, "we maid a pretty good night of it, Mr. Deuceace. You've settled, I see, with Dawkins." "Settled!" says master. "Oh yes--yes--I've settled with him." "Four thousand seven hundred, I think?" "About that--yes." "That makes my share--let me see--two thousand three hundred and fifty; which I'll thank you to fork out." "Upon my word--why--Mr. Blewitt," says my master, "I don't really understand what you mean." "You don't know what I mean!" says Blewitt, in an axent such as I never before heard. "You don't know what I mean! Did you not promise me that we were to go
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