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Brownsmith’s Boy

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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They're a trickier kind o' meat than bloaters.

I ordered this here for us 'cause it seemed more respectable like, as I'd got company, than herrin'; but it's a mistake." "But this is very nice," I said, beginning very hungrily upon the hot roll and fish, but with a qualm in my mind as to how it was to be paid for.
"Ye-es," said Ike, after saying "soup" very loudly as he took a long sip of his coffee; "tidyish, my lad, tidyish, but you see one gets eddicated to a herring, and knows exactly where every bone will be.

These things seems as if the bones is all nowhere and yet they're everywhere all the time, and so sure as you feel safe and take a bite you find a sharp pynte, just like a trap laid o' purpose to ketch yer." "Well, there are a good many little bones, certainly," I said.
"Good many! Thick as slugs after a shower.

There's one again, sharp as a needle.

Wish I'd a red herrin', that I do." "I say, Ike," I said suddenly, as I was in the middle of my breakfast, "I wish I could make haste and grow into a man." "Do you, now ?" he said with a derisive laugh.


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