human
I want you to take this, Bellew went on, counting a sum into Adam's nerveless hand,
gpt
But sir,--that there old drorin'-room cab'net wi' the--carvings--
human
Buy it!
gpt
An' the silver candle-sticks,--and the four-post bed-stead,--an' the--
human
Buy 'em, Adam,--buy everything! If we haven't enough money there's plenty more where this came from,--only buy!--You understand?
gpt
Oh yes sir, I understand! 'Ow much 'ave you give me? Why, here's--forty-five,--fifty,--sixty,--Lord!--
human
Put it away, Adam,--forget all about it till to-morrow,--and not a word, mind!
gpt
A hundred pound! gasped Adam,
human
Lord!--Oh I won't speak of it, trust me, Mr. Belloo, sir! But to think of me a walking about wi' a hundred pound in my pocket,--Lord! I won't say nothing--but to think of Old Adam wi' a hundred pound in his pocket, e'Cod! it do seem that comical! saying which, Adam buttoned the money into a capacious pocket, slapped it, nodded, and rose.
gpt
Well sir, I'll be going,--there be Miss Anthea in the garden yonder, and if she was to see me now there's no sayin' but I should be took a laughin' to think o' this 'ere hundred pound.
human
Miss Anthea!--where?
gpt
Comin' through the rose-gardin. She be off to see old Mother Dibbin. They call Mother Dibbin a witch, an' now as she's down wi' the rheumatics there ain't nobody to look arter 'er,--'cept Miss Anthea,--she'd ha' starved afore now if it 'adn't been for Miss Anthea, but Lord love your eyes, an' limbs, Mr. Belloo sir! Miss Anthea don't care if she's a witch, or fifty witches, not she! So good-night, Mr. Belloo sir, an' mum's the word!
human
Man with the Tiger Mark