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¡¡¡¡'What do you call a price, now, for this here little weskit?' ¡¡¡¡'Oh! you know best, sir,' I returned modestly. ¡¡¡¡'I can't be buyer and seller too,' said Mr. Dolloby. 'Put a price on this here little weskit.' ¡¡¡¡'Would eighteenpence be?'- I hinted, after some hesitation. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Dolloby rolled it up again, and gave it me back. 'I should rob my family,' he said,
oil painting'if I was to offer ninepence for it.' ¡¡¡¡This was a disagreeable way of putting the business; because it imposed upon me, a perfect stranger, the unpleasantness of asking Mr. Dolloby to rob his family on my account. My circumstances being so very pressing, however, I said I would take ninepence for it, if he pleased. Mr. Dolloby, not without some grumbling, gave ninepence. I wished him good night, and walked out of the shop the richer by that sum, and the poorer by a waistcoat. But when I buttoned my jacket, that was not