I never see any genmln more sick than he was; HE'D BEEN SMOAKIN SEAGARS along with Blewitt.

I said nothink, in course, tho I'd often heard him xpress his horrow of backo, and knew very well he would as soon swallow pizon as smoke.

But he wasn't a chap to do a thing without a reason: if he'd been smoakin, I warrant he had smoked to some porpus.
I didn't hear the convysation betwean 'em; but Mr.Blewitt's man did: it was,--"Well, Mr.Blewitt, what capital seagars! Have you one for a friend to smoak ?" (The old fox, it wasn't only the SEAGARS he was a-smoakin!) "Walk in," says Mr.Blewitt; and they began a chaffin together; master very ankshous about the young gintleman who had come to live in our chambers, Mr.Dawkins, and always coming back to that subject,--saying that people on the same stairkis ot to be frenly; how glad he'd be, for his part, to know Mr.Dick Blewitt, and ANY FRIEND OF HIS, and so on.

Mr.Dick, howsever, seamed quite aware of the trap laid for him.

"I really don't know this Dawkins," says he: "he's a chismonger's son, I hear; and tho I've exchanged visits with him, I doan't intend to continyou the acquaintance,--not wishin to assoshate with that kind of pipple." So they went on, master fishin, and Mr.
Blewitt not wishin to take the hook at no price.
"Confound the vulgar thief!" muttard my master, as he was laying on his sophy, after being so very ill; "I've poisoned myself with his infernal tobacco, and he has foiled me.