I'm looking out this
morning for something new and suitable,' he said, nodding towards the
city.
'What kind of thing now?' Mr Pinch demanded.
'I was thinking,' Mark replied, 'of something in the grave-digging.
way.'
'Good gracious, Mark?' cried Mr Pinch.
'It's a good damp, wormy sort of business, sir,' said Mark, shaking his
head argumentatively, 'and there might be some credit in being jolly,
with one's mind in that pursuit, unless grave-diggers is usually given
that way; which would be a drawback. You don't happen to know how that
is in general, do you, sir?'
'No,' said Mr Pinch, 'I don't indeed. I never thought upon the subject.'
'In case of that not turning out as well as one could wish, you know,'
said Mark, musing again, 'there's other businesses. Undertaking now.
That's gloomy. There might be credit to be gained there. A broker's man
in a poor neighbourhood wouldn't be bad perhaps. A jailor sees a deal of
misery. A doctor's man is in the very midst of murder. A bailiff's an't
a lively office nat'rally. Even a tax-gatherer must find his feelings
rather worked upon, at times.
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