'There, sir!' said Mark, taking it from him with a triumphant face; 'if
ever you should happen to be dead beat again, when I ain't in the
way, all you've got to do is to ask the nearest man to go and fetch a
cobbler.'
'To go and fetch a cobbler?' repeated Martin.
'This wonderful invention, sir,' said Mark, tenderly patting the empty
glass, 'is called a cobbler. Sherry cobbler when you name it long;
cobbler, when you name it short. Now you're equal to having your boots
took off, and are, in every particular worth mentioning, another man.'
Having delivered himself of this solemn preface, he brought the
bootjack.
'Mind! I am not going to relapse, Mark,' said Martin; 'but, good Heaven,
if we should be left in some wild part of this country without goods or
money!'
'Well, sir!' replied the imperturbable Tapley; 'from what we've seen
already, I don't know whether, under those circumstances, we shouldn't
do better in the wild parts than in the tame ones.'
'Oh, Tom Pinch, Tom Pinch!' said Martin, in a thoughtful tone; 'what
would I give to be again beside you, and able to hear your voice, though
it were even in the old bedroom at Pecksniff's!'
'Oh, Dragon, Dragon!' echoed Mark, cheerfully, 'if there warn't any
water between you and me, and nothing faint-hearted-like in going back,
I don't know that I mightn't say the same.
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