The Old Curiosity Shop


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I an't a talker,' replied the other. 'Tell him so. What should I go and  
talk for?'  
'Don't you see the gentleman's got a bottle and glass up there?'  
returned the little man.  
'
And couldn't you have said so at first?' retorted the other with sudden  
alacrity. 'Now, what are you waiting for? Are you going to keep the  
gentleman expecting us all day? haven't you no manners?'  
With this remonstrance, the melancholy man, who was no other than  
Mr Thomas Codlin, pushed past his friend and brother in the craft, Mr  
Harris, otherwise Short or Trotters, and hurried before him to the  
single gentleman's apartment.  
'Now, my men,' said the single gentleman; 'you have done very well.  
What will you take? Tell that little man behind, to shut the door.'  
'
Shut the door, can't you?' said Mr Codlin, turning gruffly to his  
friend. 'You might have knowed that the gentleman wanted the door  
shut, without being told, I think.'  
Mr Short obeyed, observing under his breath that his friend seemed  
unusually 'cranky,' and expressing a hope that there was no dairy in  
the neighbourhood, or his temper would certainly spoil its contents.  
The gentleman pointed to a couple of chairs, and intimated by an  
emphatic nod of his head that he expected them to be seated. Messrs  
Codlin and Short, after looking at each other with considerable doubt  
and indecision, at length sat down - each on the extreme edge of the  
chair pointed out to him - and held their hats very tight, while the  
single gentleman filled a couple of glasses from a bottle on the table  
beside him, and presented them in due form.  
'
You're pretty well browned by the sun, both of you,' said their  
entertainer. 'Have you been travelling?'  
Mr Short replied in the affirmative with a nod and a smile. Mr Codlin  
added a corroborative nod and a short groan, as if he still felt the  
weight of the Temple on his shoulders.  
'
To fairs, markets, races, and so forth, I suppose?' pursued the single  
gentleman.  
'
Yes, sir,' returned Short, 'pretty nigh all over the West of England.'  


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