What d' you think I'm a-goin' for to do with it ?" He asked this question after a pause, with his head bent forward, his countenance screwed into the most hideous expression of cunning and gratified desire.
"I'm a-goin'," he said, with the emphasis of a hoarse whisper, "I a-goin' to drink myself dead! That's what I'm a-goin' to do, Mr.
Waymark.

My four friends ain't what they used for to be, an' 'cos I ain't got enough of 'em.

It's unsatisfaction, that's what it is, as brings the burnin' i' th' inside, an' the devils in the 'cad.

Now I've got money, an' for wunst in my life I'll be satisfied an' 'appy.

And then I'll go where there's _real_ burnin', an' _real_ devils--an' let 'em make the most o' Slimy!" Waymark felt his blood chill with horror.