A silver watch and
chain and a gold ring. Look at it!"
He held his 'and under Ginger's nose, and Ginger stood there looking at
it and opening and shutting 'is mouth like a dying fish. Then he took
Peter by the arm and led'im away while the nevy was opening 'is new
watch and showing Sam the works.
"'Ow much did she get out of you, Peter?" ses Ginger, looking at 'im
very hard. "I don't want any lies."
"Three quid," ses Peter, staring at 'im.
"Same 'ere," ses Ginger, grinding his teeth. "Did she give you a smack
on the side of your face?"
"Wot--are--you--talking about, Ginger?" ses Peter.
"Did she smack your face too?" ses Ginger.
"Yes," ses Peter.
HIS OTHER SELF
"They're as like as two peas, him and 'is brother," said the night-
watchman, gazing blandly at the indignant face of the lighterman on the
barge below; "and the on'y way I know this one is Sam is because Bill
don't use bad langwidge. Twins they are, but the likeness is only
outside; Bill's 'art is as white as snow."
He cut off a plug of tobacco, and, placing it in his cheek, waited
expectantly.
"White as snow," he repeated.
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