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Don't prevaricate," said Mr. Lorry. ¡¡¡¡"No, I will not, sir," returned Mr. Cruncher, as if nothing were further from his thoughts or practice- "which I don't say it is- wot I would humbly offer to you, sir, would be this. Upon that there stool, at that there Bar, sets that there boy of mine, brought up and growed up to be a man, wot will errand you, message you, general-light-job you, till your heels is where your head is, if such should be your wishes. If it wos so, which I still don't say it is (for I will not prevaricate to you, sir), let that there boy keep his father's place,

and take care of his mother; don't blow upon that boy's father- do not do it, sir- and let that father go into the line of the reg'lar diggin', and make amends for what he would have undug- if it wos so- by diggin' of 'em in with a will, and with conwictions respectin' the futur' keepin' of 'em safe. That,