He was not a pretty object, with his mouth full of blood and two of his teeth knocked awry, and we made him a ludicrous one.

Towards the end of the operation he began to spit and curse.
"Gently, my lad!" Mr.Rogers turned him over.
"You came here to settle up and we don't mean to disappoint you.
Let's see what you're worth." He plunged a hand into Leicester's breeches pocket and drew forth a coin or two.
"Let me alone, you '-- ' thief!" roared Leicester, his voice coming back to him in full strength.
"Indeed, Mr.Rogers," the Rector protested, "this is going too far, I doubt." "It's funny work for a Justice of the Peace, I'll own," he answered, with a grin at Miss Belcher.

"Lydia, my dear, be so good as to bring one of those candles: I want to have a look at these coins.

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