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Автор: Charles Dickens

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Cruncher, or leastways wos in the Old England times, and would be
to-morrow, if cause given, a floppin' again the business to that
degree as is ruinating--stark ruinating! Whereas them medical
doctors' wives don't flop--catch 'em at it! Or, if they flop,
their floppings goes in favour of more patients, and how can you
rightly have one without t'other? Then, wot with undertakers, and
wot with parish clerks, and wot with sextons, and wot with
private watchmen (all awaricious and all in it), a man wouldn't
get much by it, even if it wos so. And wot little a man did get,
would never prosper with him, Mr. Lorry. He'd never have no good
of it; he'd want all along to be out of the line, if he, could
see his way out, being once in--even if it wos so."
"Ugh!" cried Mr. Lorry, rather relenting, nevertheless, "I am
shocked at the sight of you."
"Now, what I would humbly offer to you, sir," pursued Mr.
Cruncher, "even if it wos so, which I don't say it is--"
"Don't prevaricate," said Mr. Lorry.

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