That's what it's owing to.'
'Very well,' said Martin, wishing to change the theme. 'Having come to
that conclusion, Mark, perhaps you'll attend to me. The place to which
the luggage is to go is printed on this card. Mrs Pawkins's Boarding
House.'
'Mrs Pawkins's boarding-house,' repeated Mark. 'Now, Cicero.'
'Is that his name?' asked Martin
'That's his name, sir,' rejoined Mark. And the negro grinning assent
from under a leathern portmanteau, than which his own face was many
shades deeper, hobbled downstairs with his portion of their worldly
goods; Mark Tapley having already gone before with his share.
Martin and his friend followed them to the door below, and were about
to pursue their walk, when the latter stopped, and asked, with some
hesitation, whether that young man was to be trusted?
'Mark! oh certainly! with anything.'
'You don't understand me--I think he had better go with us. He is an
honest fellow, and speaks his mind so very plainly.'
'Why, the fact is,' said Martin, smiling, 'that being unaccustomed to a
free republic, he is used to do so.'
'I think he had better go with us,' returned the other.
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