To add to his other miseries, he was by this time sensible of
being wet to the skin, and cold at his very heart.
In this deplorable condition he remembered Mr Pinch's book; more
because it was rather troublesome to carry, than from any hope of being
comforted by that parting gift. He looked at the dingy lettering on the
back, and finding it to be an odd volume of the 'Bachelor of Salamanca,'
in the French tongue, cursed Tom Pinch's folly twenty times. He was on
the point of throwing it away, in his ill-humour and vexation, when he
bethought himself that Tom had referred him to a leaf, turned down;
and opening it at that place, that he might have additional cause
of complaint against him for supposing that any cold scrap of the
Bachelor's wisdom could cheer him in such circumstances, found!--
Well, well! not much, but Tom's all. The half-sovereign. He had wrapped
it hastily in a piece of paper, and pinned it to the leaf. These words
were scrawled in pencil on the inside: 'I don't want it indeed. I should
not know what to do with it if I had it.'
There are some falsehoods, Tom, on which men mount, as on bright wings,
towards Heaven.
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